I once saw a cartoon of a writer at a desk with a large manuscript laying finished next to his typewriter. The caption read, “I have just written the great American novel. I will now burn the only existing manuscript and write an autobiography of how that made me feel.”

The documentation of process has become commonplace within every field from art to commerce. This sensibility, as most know, is the ramifications and remnants of some of the basis’ of post-modern thought. What was once the profound work of Gass, Barth, and Vonnegut is now modus apparatus of self-promotion.

But before I digress into something about Hollywood as the savior of the metanarrative, allow me this guilty moment of indulgence in what is now common, make room on the bandwagon(!): these are some first frames of rolls from NYC Journal, a look into that moment when I enthusiastically wind in past the film leader to begin afresh.

(And I won’t even bother with the copyright info. Take them. They’re yours.)