i love a movie where it doesn’t say much and the silence says everything. it takes its time and it lingers on the waves, the grass, the trees, the sun glitter, the clouds, the roots, the soil, the light. the cintematography is soothing and it juxtaposes with the alienation of the city.
mirrored mind criticises the notion of “work”, but not in a melodramatic way. it's just this despair at everything around you. there isn’t an escape. inside your room, it’s…
