On the wings of Icarus . . .

     While Sundance continues to rage on for another week of servitude and art, the time has come for me to say my final goodbyes.  The atmosphere remained thick with endless movies and fellow volunteers sent cheery well-wishes with the hopes that we would all return the next year for another eventful cinema season.  Of course, it is always difficult to leave the feeling of euphoria, understood only when you know you belong to a particular thing.  In my case, it was Sundance 2014.  My knowledge of the world and its relation to art is all the better for having spent the last five days in the frigid mountains of Park City, Utah.  So even though the plane has landed on a chilly runway in Nashville, Tennessee, my heart still lingers in a town that made it possible for me to realize that there are people in the world who appreciate film the same way I do.  And nothing can be more magical than realizing that even when you have flown that close to the sun, you have forever learned how to fly.