Synopsis
A feeling of forgetting rendered with first-person camera work, lens play, and image stabilization. I am old where I was born. It must have been magnificent once. The way it appears now is not how it used to be. It couldn’t be, otherwise this would be something else. Perhaps for a moment I am there again, but when I open my eyes I can’t remember anything. There is only this longing for someplace I've never been.
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