I've fallen into the black hole of production, again.
Everything is upside down —
day blends into night and into day again.
Sets and locations mimic the real world but exist outside of standard time.
Work is only halted by short intervals of sleep.
Set life is like a weird traveling circus of adult campers.
I love it, I truly do, but it is a cruel and unforgiving existence.
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