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A space-time journey through the memory fragments of a wandering man in the four seasons of a love story
The confused memories of having once stood and the dizzy hope to get up again.
A little post-apocalyptic dream.
Sunday afternoon. The best time to install the new automatic home security system. All I need is my magnifying glass so I can read the manual. But where the hell have I put him?
5+1 images for the absurdity of the struggle. A collective production.
When the taps of a remote town stop running, its inhabitants seek salvation in the repetition of an informal sacrifice.
