Chapter 9

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Although Josh felt that he was resting well—reading, playing video games on his cellphone, and taking long walks along the lake and in Penichowaba State Forest—his mind screamed insanity. Any judge and jury would have decimated him on the stand, sending him to Cane Hospital for the next thirty years, agreeing that solitary confinement would have worked just fine.

He’d forgotten all about Hatch Films and his job. No more did he think about the 180-degree rule, above the line, montages, medium shots, pipelines, an eyeline match, gaffers, locked-down shots, into-frame shots, undercranking, and cheater cuts. The surreal genre, romantic comedies, and dark fantasies had lifted out of his thoughts, vanishing from his world for the time being.

Truth told, Dr. Shamir Ahmed had given him the best advice of Josh’s life: Find some sanity. Relax up there. Read a few good books. Take some pictures with a camera. Learn how to paint if you want to. Forget about the city life and your job.