Gotta say that the “who can move?” Is a powerful concept for me. Addressing the list by what can be done now really helps filter it down. I know that if I get started on my list the momentum usually carries through to other tasks, but getting started can be as easy as “that can be worked on now.” I’m not OP but I appreciate your comment!
I would say that you can be vegan and still be eating food that was shipped in on boats then trucks. Vegan would be a net positive for any switch from the conventional western diet, but I see the merit in focusing in on carbon footprint of the food in question. And as potentially silly as calling oneself a ‘regenivore’ is, it still conveys a message and invitation for others to learn about alternatives and things they might too value.
Yooo I’ve been on a kick of Milo/R.A.P. Ferreira for a couple months now. My first experience was the album budding ornithologists are tired of weary analogies - love the flowing thought streams of more abstract connections. Have not heard cavalcade so I’ll give it a listen!
And I just reread your comment for what sounds like: editing tips so scenes don’t go on too long. Make them shorter. An apparently misquote attributed to Mark Twain goes “if I had more time, I would have written a shorter letter.” Terrible ‘tip’ I know, but by finding what it is you’re trying to accomplish with a scene and then trimming all the excess it is like refining a jewel so it shines more brightly.
Without knowing more of the specifics I can recommend some general tips. It sounds like, from “knit everything together”, you have a bag of scenes that you started because you liked them but didn’t necessarily have how they fit together in mind. That’s ok but it’s a little bit the “we’ll fix it in post” approach - but that’s what editing is for! Just takes longer.
Ok, if that’s the premise I would say my favorite way to tie scenes together is by them ‘rhyming’, Fifth Element does this beautifully. Every transition somehow rhymes with the how the scene before it ended. It’s not a copy however, a character lighting a cigarette at the end of a scene isn’t matched by another lit cigarette but it could be a plume of exhaust from a car, or characters around a fire, or perhaps someone coughing from a punch in the stomach. All you’re doing is rhyming with how the scene before ended. Bonus points if it emphasizes the scene somehow, totally fine if it’s just a transition into something engaging.
The quality of film is just so charming. It really melds the photo together with neither the lights or the blacks blowing out but retain a feeling of measured contrast. Or, you just got it right on in camera :P.
I think the composition really works here with the grey tones of the street leading to the store and bright lights only to cut into black sky. The two spot lights and the A shaped light in the center does look like a face to me, like the center portion could open up as a mouth and talk all stop motion style - but that’s just me 🤓
Just wanting to clarify a difference from the copy paste edit, particularly the claim about cyberpsychosis. Here’s the paragraph from the article, parentheses are my addition:
A new Edgerunners perk allows you to even surpass that (the limit of cyberware), while accepting some penalties, like having a health debuff. “It’s all about this balance between risk and reward,” Sasko explained. “We are not going as far as the introduction of cyberpsychosis though, have that in mind.”
I would probably enjoy some gameplay mechanic of cyberpsychosis but I’m not sure how they would pull that off outside of a scripted story sequence. For the most part, players are already gunning down everyone in the room, so cyberpsychosis only has meaningful impact if you end up killing someone you wanted to protect. I imagine it would be hard for that situation to show up organically.
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Grit on my skin. Flowing, softer with the light and cut down the middle. There's more to the width of a line / bisected the fullness of an atom not merely divided. I am burst into light. Evading and evaporating. Shadows contour the ground, Harsh edges form and beg to burst as well, to bathe every surface in that vastness of spirit. but, it requires compression. The distinction between forces and the energy to move between them. The will is. Like a shadow, the evidence. Catching, in a gasp, as the pendulum of self slides through that razor-thin line.
The gaps between my memory and the way we felt about it. Shade, shadows, edges of “I’m sorry” return the shape of something I couldn’t see. I try to make connections. I’m not sure if it’s pareidolia or poignant. I’m left with leaves on the ground, desire growing like grasses, and pits where I cannot.
Though, I remember softness. The kind that is inviting and patient. Natural and, asks for nothing. I stayed too long, my impression is that I pressed my weight into you and left you wilted.
What I cannot see is if you ever rebounded. Rose from the earth, your head at a gentle angle and with a single inhalation regained that soft countenance.
