Sitting on a beach bench by the sea in St. Ives, Cornwall, England, a man sits, reading a book about the Dalai Lama.
I sit on the other end of the bench, and open my Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke, which I'm reading for the third time. Soon, the man's wife arrives, and we strike up a conversation. It's not long before I realize who this man is, and why he might be reading a book about the Dalai Lama.
Life is strange. Here I am, studying film and video editing, and I happen to chance upon a man who has made film his life's work.
Who needs fiction, when real life holds so many surprises.