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The city is a tremor in the topological sense, a surge of air, a confusion of memories, an unreasonable disorientation.
The cities collapse into fluid magnetic fields, forming folds on the screen. Out of focus, superimposed, grainy—homeland memories misinterpret into a lethargic metabolism.
Rain is liquid time, washing away the damp dusk. I am standing here, I am walking here. The camera leaps shadows in humidity, reality is more fragile than dreams.
This film refuses to explicate, it only dissects presence.
Foster, Tape, Film
D: Yuan Xu
2024