This week, I helped my classmates make a film, and encountered an epic chaotic scene. The director fired the entire art team, and when the team arrived, they found that there were only three walls on the stage. After everyone put the scene together, the time was long running out to shoot as originally planned. So the director began to write the screenplay on the spot. Halfway through the filming, I invited the actors to the lounge, and asked everyone: What do you think you can shoot?

I was supposed to take notes. This profession is called script supervisor in a serious way, and the task is to make sure that the shooting does not miss the plot, and when you arrive, you find that the script is gone. The story goes from a childhood memory of a homicide to a transgender person's self-identity disorder - the director also fires the actress, and the male actor wears a skirt to play the female part.

I don't have a problem with any of these changes: it doesn't matter if you're on a set for good or bad, there's always something you can learn from. For example, today's lesson is that no matter what happens, be sure to feed your group. It's my second day in this set, and the second time it's four o'clock in the afternoon and I haven't had lunch yet. Everyone worked 12 hours a day, doing manual work, and I was really hungry and feeling a little angry.

This week is the last week of the school filming season, and everyone will start post-production and plan for the next film from next week. It's a close thing to say, but it's also a big deal. Lately, I've been thinking about what I want to shoot every day.

I want to tell stories about people, the pain they give to each other, the death and relief they find in their pain. The sporadic love they have left in their despair. The same eternal loneliness they experience in their relationship with each other, in the group and in front of themselves.

I want to photograph something beautiful, but I also want to photograph something ugly, because there's another form of beauty in that.

I want to shoot old, decadent, old, ignorant, dirty sewer pipes, howling people rolling in the mud.

I also wanted to shoot the modern, simple, graceful, clean, glittering endless staircase with the metal gods shimmering with a cold glow.

I want to talk about silence, but I also want to talk about riots. I want to tell about ice and snow, and I want to talk about springs. I want to depict life, but I also want to depict death.

I want all things about people.

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