Maybe it's nervousness about the release of my first ebook. I find myself afraid that everything I have to say in "escape" will already be obsolete when the first part of the book comes out in July. I will come about Google Glass and my vision of it in one of my short films in the early 90s elsewhere. To make it clear what I mean, here's an excerpt from "escape" in which my Peewee Russell makes the acquaintance of a special lady:

At some point I heard something again. Noise. More precisely: sea noise. Instinctively I felt for the water valve of the shower. But my grip went nowhere. No tiles. No water valve. Only a gentle breeze brushed my hand. I lowered my hand and felt no wet enamel beneath me. I was lying on uneven, sandy ground.

Sandy ground? What the fuck?!

I opened my eyes, blinking. The sun was pale in the sky. I was lying on a beach. It was not on the Pacific Ocean. At least not on the California coast. The gray sky above me suggested a beach somewhere in England. "Good afternoon." said a voice. I sat up with a jerk. I became embarrassingly aware that I was still naked. Startled, I covered the most precarious parts of my skinny body with my hands. Kneeling in front of me was a dark-haired woman with fair skin. She wore a little black dress, an updo protected by a silk scarf, and sunglasses that were a little too big. She surveyed me curiously. Had she taken off her sunglasses, I would not have asked the following question.

"Who are you?" I asked. The woman slowly took off her sunglasses and smiled.ch swallowed. Kneeling in the sand in front of me was Audrey Hepburn. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance, Ms. Russell," she greeted me, extending her hand politely.

My idea was to let my snotty heroine Peewee meet a worthy adversary. Audrey Hepburn was my first choice. Promptly, Rene Walter (@nerdcoreblog), whom I hold in high esteem, reports on his blog about a digital version of Audrey Hepburn. The scene described above is from March 16, 2011, and when I pictured it in my mind's eye, I had my Audrey (Who also goes by the name 'Mother' or 'Mothers' in the book) in my head as a cool, cold version of the real Audrey Hepburn. A chocolate manufacturer has now created exactly this version.

Rene Walter writes: "These dead computer deer eyes will haunt my dreams tonight."

All the way. Exactly. I don't know what's scarier for me. The dead eyes of Audrey, or the fact that they're already in the world and I've seen them before ...

Favorite Line:

"I could never get back up when the future starts so slow".

The Kills - Future Starts Slow

Reminder:

My unsuccessful short film 'view' Volker Engel wanted to look at in the office of Roland Emmerich in L.A.. Missed chance.