I caught the perfect wave tonight. London to Brighton was terrific for my final (real) film of the festival, and after that it was nothing but goat-titty-sucking cream with the closing Midnight, Sheitan, to seal the deal. I took a quiet walk through the Ryerson back way, I said thank you to the staff at Frankz, I talked to a girl about her excellent brown pants, I had the big exhale sigh of relief and the calm and peace that comes with letting go. In the end, it all worked just fine. Keep running.