leola’s review published on Letterboxd:
The tracking shot flows seamlessly from reality to imagination, creating a back and forth rhythm that leaves a trail of disappearing footsteps. Wherever they may lead, what follows is a melancholic and hopeless longing for those intimate, precious fragments of human existence. Yet, there's a lot of juxtaposed themes and imagery here, that take this beyond individualism to a collective crisis and it's beautiful. The bus ride highlights this and it's possibly my favorite scene in the film.