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.
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.
In the ceaseless flux I stand, condemned to fall apart.
I am no form.
No flesh.
No thing.
And so then what is left?
Everything moves itself and nothing remains.
I am no form.
No flesh.
No thing.
And so then what is left?
Everything moves itself and nothing remains.
A body.
Landscape of geometrical structures.
It wants to be all what remains when you take everything away:
a body of pure movement, intensities, speeds, energies and desires.
Landscape of geometrical structures.
It wants to be all what remains when you take everything away:
a body of pure movement, intensities, speeds, energies and desires.