An entire sequence of fantasy, played out in the course of four hours. Like all good dreams, an abrupt awakening, rude and cold, gasping for breath, attempts to make sense of what is essentially nothing but means so much more
Video montages, played over and over in the mind. Tired, and overplayed, still powerful and overwhelming something out of a fairytale: the way the light plays off his face, the evening sun shining on the branches, grass swaying to make way of a ball, nervous giggles accompanying nervous cries of birds, anticipating the moment we may beautifully collide- reality surrounded by a haven of immortality and happiness of the purest type