I just found out that my little film Polyethylene Bag is going to be shown at the Pocket Film Festival in Paris at the newly renovatedForum Des Images. I’m thinking I should go! I had to transcribe the dialogue so they could make a subtitled translation. It was interesting for me to see the words written down… as I usually improvise them off the top of my head. This way I can see the structure of my own stream of conciousness. Here is the text:

I had a really strange experience the other night.
I happened to have my camera with me, so there is something of a record.
Although, this isn’t the record of the other night, this is the record of the day after,
But I’m making no sense.
I was coming back from the bar.
I’d been out at the new Galapagos Space in Dumbo
And I was a little beery and a little weary
And then the F train turned miraculously into like the C train and swung off into the middle of nowhere Brooklyn and it took me an hour and half to get home,
But that’s not the strange part, here’s the strange part:
I came upon a guy who maybe he was homeless I couldn’t really tell,
But it had been threatening to rain all night
And somehow he’d managed to pass out inside a plastic bag.
To keep himself dry I suppose,
But aaaah it seemed tremendously unsafe
And a kind of infantile way to die and sort of sad.
So in a small act of human charity,
I cut a couple of air holes into the bag
Just so, you know, he wouldn’t die on the way home,
Or if he was homeless,
Just so he wouldn’t die on the way.

My friend brought me a souvenir of Japan. I said, oh look Kate you’ve brought me back infinity. Nice trick. But Japanese money sure is pretty and it looks like steel wheels and they have a Pocket Festival Japan too… Hmmmmm.