to our victory, brother
Paul Wesley heads into a downtown NYC office building for a Tribeca Film Festival lunch. Paul will be a judge in the short film category at the festival.
"The universe doesn’t control anything. It’s not real."
"How did we get like this? When did we stop being people?"
"Were we ever people, or did serving at the pleasure of the president unmask us of our pesky skins and reveal us as the monsters we really are?"