luz

here i am at the "graveground," while filming part of the video element of my adaptation of sartre's "No Exit."


while there, a priest came out of the church--yes, a catholic church--and asked, "What are you doing?"



"filming for this play," i answered.

"What kind of play?"

"Oh, it's by a frenchman named Sartre..."

The priest leans out of the door, his white overrobe blowing in the breeze. he asks,

"Well, it's not...sacreligious, is it?"

now why would he think a thing like that.



"Well, it's not...sacrilegious, is it?"


"Well, no...I'd really say it's more satanic than sacrilegious..."



here's another bit of sacrilege for all you motherfuckers:

i kill you.

love luz.