Drums taught me editing before I ever opened a timeline.
A cut is a hit. A hold is a rest. When a sequence feels wrong it is almost never the shot — it is the bar it lands on. I count edits the way I count a fill.
Tempo is the only thing film, music and walking somewhere have in common. It’s enough.
Unfinished page
This entry is still short of its own photographs — the drums at home, the sea, and the desk mid-edit. Written now, illustrated properly once those frames exist.
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