that’s what it’s like when you love: you worry.
how often do we spend our days(/lives) waiting for someone - anyone - not knowing that same someone has been there, every day, right in front of us?
with a whimsical story, and a mise en scene that would make bresson blush, this is as spellbinding as any film in recent memory.
what do we see when we look at the sky? i don’t know, but perhaps it’s the same thing if we allow cinema to touch our hearts, and all it takes is to close our eyes and count:
she was thinking because she was not sure, if this, what she was looking for, could be made visible.