You unintentionally hurt my feelings yesterday by opening that file on my computer even though I told you to stop. That’s why I had to wrestle you down onto the floor before you had time to see anything. It is not that I am hiding anything from you, some things I just want to keep private and that file of little films I have made is highly private. Not because I don’t trust you but beause I don’t always trust myself. That file is like you reading my diary. It is my inner thoughts but in a more visual sense and since I see myself a little like an onion it will take some serious peeling of layers before I can allow you to reach my inner core. I never show my work – or if I do, I do so anonymously. In secret. If I ever show you my work I will do so because I want to and not because you happen to find it when going through my computer.