A film caught in the in-between of reality and fiction, life & death, nostalgia for the past & hope for the future. 2020

:The disposability of the sacred: When I see a lot of ants on the ground, becoming aware of my power and potential violence, I fear to step any further. Is it because our culture has such a big fear of death? But two days ago, I bought some flowers which are now rotting in the vase, and a day before that I crumbled a piece of paper and threw it in the trash. Fruits also rot in open fields here, unless they are fed to pigs

Maybe if you repeat something enough it can indeed become your temporary reality. But we might, like we usually do, forget the temporary and search for permanence as if anything in this whole universe could ever be permanent. Maybe temporarily gravity is permanent yes. existence isn't permanent right?

Meaninglessness occasionally greets me in the course of life. When I allow it, move into it, let myself be with it, and stay through it, I feel lighter, enlightened. To allow is not to wallow. I wallow when I become a victim of my thoughts.

Visual poetry/ merged between creation and documentation, I try to find the answers that will set all of us free. "I also understand you very much, and it's important to keep searching because like.. Yeah, it's good that you fall in love a lot of times, in the market or whatever like it's gonna help you. And I don't think it's weak... to want that, precise affection"