Writer. Dialoguist.

I can’t distinguish the angels of Metropolis from the wings on the backs of progress, anymore; it’s muddled and weak (the difference) when you’re speaking through that machine.


As Lea attempts to reconstitute her life post-rehab, the first thing she wants to do is get back to work. But when she sits down in front of her Casio at the television studio, the characters in the serial she is canning laughter to begin speaking directly at her.