leia’s review published on Letterboxd:
That feeling of feeling low or glad, sometimes for no reason whatsoever, or the feeling of not being alone or being completely alone cannot be described in words. It's like a dream; a hazy memory of what you saw in your dream as you reminisce in your wakefulness the succeeding day. While the plot of your dream may be vague and even nonsensical, you vividly remember the specific moments of few events in your dream. You remember the sights, sometimes the colors but you don't forget the intangibles. The music seamlessly blends into the act. The director brings poetry to life.