We walked around like zombies, not creating, not showering, not living. Some never left their rooms. I left my pyjama pants on for a week once, constantly fighting back the urge to just walk into the swimming pool and stand at the bottom until I couldn’t breathe. I would yell ‘I’m just gonna walk into that fucking swimming pool on day!’ We were all losing it. We had decided that we didn’t want to videotape any of the writing process and at this point we were glad we didn’t tape anything.