my next film will be called "Dogmatique" and it'll star Peter Bones, the dog and Will Franken, the great comedian.  here's a picture of them together:

it's a film about existential terror.

i had sussed it out in new orleans or actually from here to there, in a car or in an airport where, though i am smoke deprived, my head is free to zone.  also the beginning is from a dream i had the other night.  it starts like this:

 

TITLE SHOT: a dog runs mechanically in place in the middle of a large spinning cog.

FILM OPENS: a weird dream: like Isaac Newton, a man speaks before a gathering of wigs]

NARRATOR:
I had a dream that I was very clear in my conviction. I announced it before the assembly.

INTERTITLE:
"It is the exact same distance one is far from life that one is far from oneself."

NARRATOR:
But later that night my cricket came to me and said, 'You are only a shell of who you are. It is you who hide from life and chase fantasy.'

I live in a city of escapees.
I rent this fortress between them and me. Their noses are all growing.

[the shadow of a man, his nose grows into a snout]
[a man peers from beneath his blankets in bed. Out the window he can see other windows, rising up as far as the eye can see. In each window there is a dog]