For an instant, I am.
The light touches me gently and I live, burst and shine.
This constant, irreversible, rhythmic drift from being to not.
Only the memories left.
Escaping desires.
The love and the pain.
I only have an instant of life.
So please.
This film is an ode to the rhythm of being.

Mark

Mark


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