I've always liked the effect of having somebody in there who hadn't the faintest idea what was going on.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A lot of people didn't realize that with the carpet being pulled out from under me in such a short time frame I got to such a bad place.
I was really conscious of that when I went in because I felt that I was pretty solid on the first one, but I didn't have the groove exactly where I wanted it.
The sort of enjoyment that we all get from that voyeuristic impulse of looking into other people's house as we pass them, and the idea that there might be something sinister or strange going on in the houses we pass every day or in our neighborhood, is a very compelling idea.
I think what was frustrating to see a lot of good people go. You don't picture it, you don't imagine it, don't think it could happen. When it does, you are puzzled.
And I remember walking in there and, I must say, I was quite unnerved the closer I got to it.
I've always tried to seek out environments with excitement.
I've had some weird experiences.
I think everyone's had that moment where you're sitting there in class and notice someone for the first time.
What I didn't know was I was deeply attracted to the big space.
I hate going into a room with people in it and the feeling of them staring. I find every moment excruciating.