A kid takes photos, people stare out windows, time passes. So does my will to live.
I kept waiting for something to happen a feeling, a moment, anything. Instead, the film just continued existing and continued for 3 hours, scene after scene I wait. Everyone stares, time drifts, and I realize I’m watching my own patience dissolve.
Maybe that’s the art. Maybe that’s also the problem. Masterpiece? I think not.
Maybe that’s the art. Maybe that’s also the problem. Masterpiece? I think not.
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