As some of you who have followed my work over the years may have noticed, not only am I not at the Toronto International Film Festival this year, but this is the first time I haven't been at the Toronto International Film Festival in many years. And hence, it is the first time I've spent September 11 in my home base of Brooklyn, New York since well before September 11, 2001. It's odd. To be perfectly blunt, I would have been happy to spend September 11 of every year until the day I died in Toronto, for reasons that are both complicated and, I will insist, not unpatriotic. I'm not in Toronto now because the trip there just wouldn't have made sense in my current situation—just got back from another trip, too much work at home, and so on—and that's the way it goes. But Toronto has a special place in my heart, or perhaps to be less soppy I should say my consciousness, on account of having been there on September 11, 2001, and for many days after that.