Hungkat’s review published on Letterboxd:
Have you ever felt such an overwhelming state of tranquility breezing past your body that you don't even have enough strength to muster the right words? Nothing I say will be enough to describe the beauty of Columbus, which has taken the form of cigarette smoke that slowly rises up toward the human's eyes. It stays there, making your eyes red and filling them with water. You find yourself crying, not with sadness but instead, a surge of catharsis. Now looking at the sky, I think I need a smoke therefore, I can watch the flame softly burn, with no need to say anything. Sometimes, words are redundant so then you just have to feel.
"In the middle of all the mess, in this fucking strip mall, there was this."