Writing and narrating the driving poem for this film directed by @space.nb2wn sits somewhere between memory and distance,
I move through the feeling of becoming unfamiliar to one’s self slowly while drowning in nostalgia, in quiet shifts, the kind of becoming that you only notice when you stop and look back.
There’s such a softness in what’s been lost and a weight to what remains, this piece lingers in that space.
Where it’s not only about continuing, it’s about returning, it’s about a quiet exhale.
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