500 lovemeters away_ago

Film application for DAMU - Academy of Performing Arts in Prague (2024)

Don't know if I can think about Time, without considering Space.

Space provides context to something that is otherwise invisible, imperceptible, immaterial.

Signs of Time. Cracks and wrinkles. Mold. Dust.

Something untouched for long -its texture reveals the passing of Time.

Someone untouched for long -can become a Stranger. With Time.

Space and Time intertwined.

Everything as a Historical moment. Unrepeatable. Like in theatre.

Like in Love.

It forces you to adapt, always. To embrace what comes. Improvise.

Seems like everything constantly co-exists with its opposite.

Impossible to live love without the fear of separation

Impossible to not think of summer in winter

Of playing with a child and not feel the Age.

Behind every sign of youth or blooming lurks Death. Withering. Finiteness.

Like a dark figure in the background. Seeming still. But always moving forward.

Can't stop Time.

I will always be the fights I give to become more Myself (?).

I will always inhabit the In-between Spaces.

A Threshold-Person.

Neither here nor there.

One foot in the present and one ahead.

One eye in the past and one in the future.

What a great present to humanity

Not being able to understand

but endure nevertheless

the Experience.