When you go to the set in the morning, Uber reminds you that your car today is an eco-friendly electric car. The driver who got into the car was an old gentleman, and after a while he looked behind him and wanted to talk to me. I spun around for a week, got up at six o'clock and got in the car, without opening my mouth first. As he drove into the city, he showed me that there was a fire ahead. I looked up and saw that there was really smoke, and it didn't look like a house, but like it was burning. I woke up and I said what it was. He said it was a wildfire that had reached Malibu. Then he said his son was there, and he was a firefighter.

I said it's hard work. I should have said something, but I'm too sleepy. We haven't spoken in a long time. I woke up and got a text message from ATT saying to stay safe and you are in a wildfire-affected area. I imagined what it was like for the old gentleman to drive an electric car in the city and talk to the passengers about the fire, and I couldn't help but feel very guilty. So I wanted to find a chance to talk. I said I came to California to study film. He said he would see your movies in a few years. This is probably the friendliest misunderstanding people have about the film department. I said maybe. He says you should believe you can! And then it will come true! I'm afraid this is another beautiful misunderstanding of life. But I was very touched and happy when he said that. I said yes, of course I do.

I told him how we set up lights all night and plug holes in the ceiling with towels on rainy days. I said I was spending two hours a day on the road for the week doing day jobs and paying my own fare. Since this crew is going to shoot child actors, I also wanted to make a similar short film to see how they operate. When I got out of the car, he said good luck, and I finally took the words I had saved. Good luck to your son, I say, he has a noble job.

The day before we had just heard about the shooting in the city center, where thirteen students died. Many people were mentally allergic, and someone in my school called the police that night to find a gun activist. The LAPD was dispatched, and the college building was full of helicopters. As a result, when I arrived on the set, I found that I was filming a shooting scene today. It uses a real weapon empty ammo pack. I always thought they were going to do this part of the sound with post-dubbing. When I looked at the monitor, there was a bang in the back, and the whole house buzzed. I was stunned. There was a sense of cynicism about why not eat minced meat.

The two children are blonde twins and are 10 years old. Sitting on a high chair with a coat, his white calves are thin and long like a comic. They don't have many roles, and their acting skills are limited. However, it is expensive, the working hours are limited, and professional teachers must be hired to accompany them on site. I've saved a million, the little girl told me. The boy wore round-rimmed glasses, and never took his eyes off the handheld game console in his hand.

I don't know what it's like to have a million yet. I say. It's a little sad to think that I probably can't afford to pay them.

That's it on set. The director is Italian. I wrote a very Italian short film. A brother and sister live under pressure from a strict pianist father. After their father's death, they returned to their hometown country house, and in the pool, the forest, the depths of the gorgeous mansion and the sound of piano accompaniment, they finally unleashed their nature and got together. It sounds and actually sounds like a pretty perverted story. But my aesthetic is probably not very normal. After reading the script, I liked it a lot.

When I was moving something, I hit my fingers, which were swollen like turnips, and I also split two nails.

Went home and lay in bed for an hour. Find half a box of leftover chicken nuggets, an avocado and a piece of cake in the fridge. I grabbed it with my hands and ate it.