Melbourne, August morning.

Flew into Melbourne last night. Picked up by Jamie McLellan. We polished a bottle of Honey Jack and nearly choked from laughter. After a stop at Dave Wright's Jimmy the Saint I made it to level 46 of 55 Collins for the opening press conference for the 2018 Indian Film Festival of Melbourne.

As I wrote on Instagram: Why does a place feel like home only after I've left it?