Iarna

„Some memories dissolve like indistinct shapes in the snow until they disappear entirely. Then, suddenly, during a walk, a train ride, or a sleepless night, an entire forgotten piece of life reappears—illuminated starkly, like a stage set standing before us.”

Can memories become reenactments?

Which time am I truly looking at—the past or the present?

“Winter” unfolds as a theatrical ceremony of transience, a solemn attempt at collision: past, future, present… A hovering between the deeply personal and the profoundly human. The attempt to prevent both temporal and emotional distance.

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