
Shot by shot, the footage became increasingly surreal as both life and film slipped off the page and into delirium.
Diary Extract III. Czech Republic, October 2011.
Recorded by Anon.
After what feels like a lifetime of filming in the remote depths of the Czech countryside, the final week of the Strange Factories has seen the cast and crew uprooted and relocated to the city in order to capture the final shots of the film.
We are now in Prague and after so much time in this beautiful country, the non-Czech faction of the team feel more like residents than tourists. The pace is more leisurely now that we are both ahead of schedule and no longer have the immense task of organising a comparatively large unit of people and an intensive schedule of location-hopping. Yet this relative ease is punctuated by our complete and utter exhaustion. We have grown so close to one another that we sit in silence contemplating our beers and occasionally muttering to eachother in half sentences. We move from cafe to cafe, planning our next shots and eating honey cake, drinking hot ginger. We're all sugar addicts now. In desperate times where else to turn to for energy? I've even started pouring sugar into my coffee, stirring and pouring in more, with great concentration as if this packet of sugar, or this one, or this one, might contain my saviour, might bring me back to earth, might actually translate into fresh energy or rejuvenation.
We become regulars at the Goblin Bar, supping hot wine and playing endless rounds of cards, telling each other our dirtiest secrets and laughing as much as our weary bodies will allow. We wander the streets and duck into internet cafes to check our emails, informing loved ones of our impending return to society, the possibility of a future that doesn't take place here, filming in the Czech Republic. I have no idea if I'm going home or leaving the nest.
I have no idea what exists outside of this.
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