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Ever find a filmmaker that presents the world in a bizarre way that strangely enough mirrors the odd manner in which you view the world? Or maybe you are not bizarre. I'm sorry, if you aren't.

Michel Gondry is that filmmaker for me. The subconcious memory erasing in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind where things aren't lit properly and fall away? That dim/bright juxtaposition that seems so awkward and frightening? Yes.

The flying sequences in The Science of Sleep that illustrate Stephane's troubled attempts to contact his neighbour? That's how I fly in my dreams.

When Stephane gets confused between French, Spanish and English? Welcome to my mind when all three languages (and sometimes Portuguese, too) get jumbled up in my brain. "Hola, ma cherie, Cómo estás? Yo pensé à toi ayer...I'm sorry, je suis um pouco confundido..."

The creative process of this movie inspired me to move away from click-easy communication and get back to basics.



I came home and drew, paint and wrote until 2 in the morning...I started to think about how no one writes letters or hardly even postcards any more. I thought about how my mother would send me little letters from her travels across Canada, carefully written and decorated with little collages and stickers and images from the places she visited. Naturally I didn't appreciate it at the time...However now it really seems as though people just right-click, slap something up on Photobucket and a comment or a bulletin later, real heartfelt human communication turns into just a temporary fingerprint on Myspace.

Several disjointed dreams and interrupted sleep cycles later, I awoke. Getting out of the shower, I thought about how my own mother will only communicate with me via email. I realized i don't even have her mailing address (she lives on my street several blocks up) and I screamed quietly.

So. Send me your real, physical, address. I might send you a thought, or a poem, or a small piece of tangible reality you can hold in your hand and know that we exist.

More inspiration lies at postsecret, a public/private art project that encourages strangers to make postcards detailing their secrets and send them into this blog.