to my own detriment, everything that happens to me becomes fodder. sometimes i wonder if i would be a bit happier if i were more in the moment, and less trying to translate the moment into a piece of writing or a piece of film. i have never known another way to express myself, whether it was writing weird confessional poetry in fourth grade or my first play… – lena dunham
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