DON'T THINK IT WILL EVER PASS

A film constantly on the run, running away from something or someone, from itself... A film with no pretentions of being a film. Rather it wants to be description, a diary of a journey, of days and lives that have fled, that have escaped control, life itself ... What escapes is what exists, but what doesn't exist also escapes, devoid of all romanticism, and certainly of God ... Perhaps only the time counted down by the music that dominates the flight ... Counting down? Counting? Measuring? No, embodied time, even though apparently mute, silently aflow, singing and conjuring forms: being itself ... A running that wants to outrun time, and succeeding, even though every suspension, every slowing down or ceasura—paradoxically— has a boomerang effect, redoubling the force of time's seemingly even pulse. A blow to the forehead or a splash to a devouring gaze that cannot get enough of the images, desperate to capture them all at once in a single glance, in a single frame ... But time, though seemingly crystal clear, is never straightforward, never in focus; it is, in any one moment, blurred, opaque, diffused ... ...« notes by Blaž Lukan