To my favourite director in the whole world
Facebook tells me we met seven years ago but "a little bird told me" we really met more than that and at the back of an Orchard Road building and several years later, again on a film set.
To paraphrase Nabokov, you are one of the few "I can talk with about the shade of a cloud, about the song of a thought — and about how, when I went out to work today and looked a tall sunflower in the face, it smiled at me with all of its seeds."
(Added this photo to post in 2017, post-DEMONS)