Seventy-two hours of Cebu.
Seventy-two hours since leaving the chaotic security of Makati and all it's worldly trappings...and it's strange almost dreamlike memories.
I have walked into a different trap. One that I find I don't want to walk out of just yet.
Over the next few months I will immerse myself in an altered reality of...well, altered reality - human poetry on the silver screen.
My Slovakian room mate has thankfully turned out to be a cool, grounded, non-adolescent who, like me, has reached this place through the strangest of avenues and with the purest intentions - to do great work.
Whether we survive the industry and all it has to throw at us remains to be seen.
The real work starts next week but it's already been an unbelievable first three days here.
Truth really is sometimes stranger than fiction.
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