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A self-reflective monologue accompanying images of loneliness draws us into an inner world composed of fragments of drea | dG1feC0ydG1TS2RzY3M
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00:01It's the month of June. The year started with a tooth pain and an eye infection.
00:13I start reading one book and leave it midway and do not go back to it for months.
00:20I pick up another, this time a poetry book.
00:23I read one poem and another and then another and put it away somewhere.
00:32Sometimes a character from one book meets another from a different book.
00:41They cuss about me at my impatience and my inability to complete anything.
00:48I never understood my dreams.
00:59Sometimes I'm rowing a boat on a pavement and sometimes I'm escaping a slaughterhouse.
01:05And sometimes I'm in a tavern which is filled with reading desks and when I try to procure a book, my hand gets smeared with mud.
01:16When I was twenty something, I once went out to sail with two friends.
01:27The boat sailed strongly against the crashing waves until midnight.
01:33At midnight it capsized and I was pushed away to the shore.
01:40They went further and further away into the depths of the sea.
01:48I, estranged, waited on the shore for several days for their return.
01:54On the tenth day, I gave up.
01:59Their letters, their belongings, their souls, which clung onto me once, lay bare on the floor, untended.
02:09Sometimes they whisper into my ears when I'm asleep.
02:14But their whispers no longer haunt me.
02:21Outside my window, a bird mockingly looks at me.
02:28It sometimes picks a bread of dread and throws it my way.
02:40I can sometimes hear my house breathe through my mouldy walls.
02:48I try to look at the sky and at the trees.
02:52And it looks back at me with contempt.
02:57I shy and I walk away.
03:01The souls untended have started to wither away.
03:06And a pungent smell has wifted in from the decaying river behind my house.
03:11I look at them.
03:15I breathe.
03:17And then I look at the mockingbird.
03:20And again at the withering souls.
03:26The wind carries away the warmth.
03:30A warmth that I was not supposed to get acquainted with.
03:33A warmth not of a lover but of a bygone familial love.
03:45A warmth so simple and so convoluted.
03:51A warmth so enticing.
03:55A warmth so dreadful.
03:58The master walls breathed.
04:03And asked me.
04:05How do you mourn?
04:07The loss of a home.
04:10And where do you go?
04:13When you have nowhere to go?
04:15When you have nowhere to go?
04:20When you have nowhere to go.
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