There is a bridge, far away and I am searching, wandering to find it. I feel, I am lost or I gave away myself to think so. Below the skin, somewhere, to the bottom of my chest, I find a hole that makes me feel. Someday, I will fill it up, see the bridge and reach you, till then I will write to you, words, which never forms a picture or a geography. Through all the lines, black and other colours, I have just felt something and that is all. Today, I try to form images, visuals and moments with the same words that I have been reading since I woke up. I write, hope and dreams to make films that live beyond the words. I am Arun Culas.