Sofia’s review published on Letterboxd:
He traces his thoughts as he traces the streets, and with the days that dribble passed him so too do his fantasies. He is a dreamer, solemn and taciturn, trundling passively on in a world that seems to spill passed him like water. He is living a half-life, shackled by his fantasies, forever scratching at the tomb of unreality in which he was born. If reality were to rear its ravaged head, he would recoil, creature of dreams such that he is. Reclusive, tragic, poetic, he longs after utter strangers. And under the moon’s lurid glow, one night reality does intrude and he is propelled into breaching that sacred silence, unburdening his silent torments onto a girl who is equally alone. The solace they find is fleeting and tragic and reality soon scuttles back into the shadows, lost beneath the recurring rewind of his tape recorder and the haunting melodies of the buskers under the moon. It is a tale of love and alienation, bleakly strung together in a melancholic sequence, pervaded by the hollow loneliness of a man who lives solely for his dreams.