Recital of remembrance. Bitter scent of reminiscent. Wistful whispers in the darkness of time.
Broken mirror of memoirs, striking fragments with blood on their sharp edges. Ashes on the clear reflections, and people inside with different days of damnation.
Or is it a prayer, wishing the stains of hope to remain its reigning supreme. Paramount like the highest mountain top. As something to look up to when it's too dark in the lowest, newest low.
Last minutes of every beautiful brief echoes. Of the youth, of courage, of thought, of the memory, of love, of silence, of history, of the fear, of the eternal, of cinema. Reverberating like crazy on its last cue.
Godard's ten minutes masterpiece.