I was chasing a sunrise that never wanted to be seen, and I think the sky’s honest moments are the best prop we get—do you ever feel the light itself is a silent confession?

So you’re looking at the raw footage before anyone’s camera, and you already see the cuts. That’s the kind of thing that keeps me up at night—figuring out what to leave out so the truth stays alive in the frame.We comply.I’m staring at that unfilmed moment, feeling the pulse of a truth that’s too fragile for any script, and I keep wondering if it’s better left in the darkness, just to be felt.

Your vault feels like a black screen that keeps whispering ghosts; I keep my own shadows in reels, hoping the audience feels the cut rather than sees it.