Jane Firehorse’s review published on Letterboxd:
It would seem difficult to embody loneliness & sadness through nothing but subtle imagery. Yet this film crosses space and time with a simple white shape and black eyes.
Which makes us feel.
Pretentious for some
Boring for others.
But where do our memories go when the palaces that hold them are destroyed?
Brilliant, for some even.
Achey. My arms hurt. My eyes are dry.
These gaps exist even when we're both ALIVE.