...one of the snippets i had to cut (because the music in the background was playing too loud, rendering the words completely inaudible) was a (pretty performative) monologue i had recorded in the last week, where i told amina in the car that, even if some illusions were shattered, i still loved this place–that that was the most important thing i wanted to impart. i choose to celebrate the time i tried so desperately to capture. if anything, the insecurity i felt meant that i was trying to grasp at something that meant a lot to me. and even though revisiting many of my recorded memories from last year was often painful, it also revealed to me just how many moments i had deemed worth recording–for every minute in the film, believe me when i say that somewhere in my hard drive there are hours and hours of audio that are equally as visceral and joyous. i still love this place. i still love the people in it :)