Most of the time I imagine that my life is a film. It is as if I am watching myself through a lens. The shot is wide and close on the profile of my face. Shaking slightly–obviously hand-held–the camera focuses in on my eyes. Ever so slowly it pans to the right and the focus shifts as a sprawling evening skyline comes into focuses. The edge of my profile is still visible, though blurry. Music reaches an epic crescendo, and then, then my friends, then I smile although it is only subtly visible within the blurry focus.