There is an idea of a Terence Hurley; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable...I simply am not there.
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
Scorsese, Coppola, Boyle, Spielberg or any academy award winning director/ editor who could give me some advice on hacking it in the business.
