Nadia

Nadia

Favorite films

  • Blind Chance
  • Damnation
  • Solaris
  • Possession

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  • I'm Still Here

  • The Souvenir

  • To a Land Unknown

  • The Seed of the Sacred Fig

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  • The Souvenir

    The Souvenir

    Cloying embellishments of politeness like sugar crystallised between the teeth, it scratches the gums and riles the stomach. Lost as she is in the uncharted waters of young adulthood, she clutches hold of those crystal specks of politeness, and obeys to some hazy notion of righteousness. She works to line up the chips external to her, thus letting the internal chips fall where they may. In doing so, she betrays her self, yet the self is still in its larval…

  • To a Land Unknown

    To a Land Unknown

    Fallen, the mask covering the mask
    That covers the mask
    Has fallen.

    The sun will go to sleep in any land. Light yawns and teems with dust, together they encroach on the four walls. Ink-studded skin tells its own history, mythology, constellations dug into earth as in sky, delineated land carried on this organ of tapestry. 

    Besiege your siege with madness. 
     
    Herded into criminality, herded by some hidden hand of chance. A hand reddened with war, frail with age,…

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  • Four Nights of a Dreamer

    Four Nights of a Dreamer

    ★★★★½

    A rumination on solitude, detachment, the corrosive idealism of one submerged within his own illusions. He is the dreamer of Dostoyevsky’s White Nights, a wandering soul, frittering his days and years in the tomb of his mind’s fantasies. Slumbering within the sanctum of his dreams, he renounces reality. But it is a reluctant kind of sacrifice, something which slides into being without any true volition. 

    The days dribble by with a ritualistic recurrence: he walks, he mutters into his recording…

  • The Dream of a Ridiculous Man

    The Dream of a Ridiculous Man

    ★★★★

    From suicidal despair, spawns revelation, a holy exultation which nurtures the treasures of truth. A mind enfettered by thoughts of death, and amid this gulf of melancholia, a dream is born. Man before sin: untarnished, unburdened and free. Creatures bounding across the chasm of time and space, naked in body and spirit, stripped of the rags of corruption. For man of today is a creature of lies and deceit; he lives his life shrouded in illusions of his own making,…

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