guys hold up the head streaming with blood, and you might need to use some handheld here, to catch everything. The shot must be framed carefully. It wouldn't be good if you missed something. Ideally you should have a quick-release tripod head, something I have and would never lend to anyone. They cheer and fire off rounds while you're checking the tape and playing it back. Afterward, they put the body in a bag and dump it somewhere, before they drive you to another place, where you transfer the material to the computer and send it out. Often I wonder what this is doing to me. I think of war photographers, who use the lens to distance themselves from the reality of suffering and death. But those guys have elected to do that work, they believe in it. We are innocent. One day I'd like to make a proper film, maybe beginning with a beheading, telling the story that leads up to it. It's the living I'm interested in, but the way things are going I'll be doing this for a while. Sometimes I wonder if I'm going to go mad, or whether even that escape is denied me. I'd better go now. Someone is at the door. (Published earlier in Zoetrope All-Story, Volume 10, Number 4.)
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