Synopsis
Words come and go like water. The flow of spoken French and English on the border of clarity resonates in static shots, filled with simple pictorial symbols. Speech is not the bearer of meaning but a poetic element, a symbol of cyclicality, the bearer of displacement and exile. „If words are to be uttered, they would be from behind the partition. Unaccountable is distance, time to transport from this present minute. “ Theresa Hak Kyung Cha
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