Directing
There was light and it was brutal. The shadows could not heal. The Boy had fallen into sleep. The Girl was recalling and the sand was everywhere.
Hermetically sealed and sunk in non-chronological qualities of time, the experience of the wound is always relived torturously, quoting a series of dualities: immobility-movement, inactivity-activity, absence-presence, alienation-proximity, pain-pleasure. Seven long takes represent the wound as something that probably pre-exists and then takes place in an (anti-)erotic situation.
