Cian’s review published on Letterboxd:
Every gush of wind is in perfect time with the action. Gravity obeys the camera, as teetering utensils wait for the perfect moment to collapse. The very motions of history are at the whim of mortal consciousness.
How can something so plotless be so all-encompassing?
How can something so detached be so engrossing?
Fragments of memory and thought coalesce into a mirror of the soul. Mirror breathes - and calls out to us. And asks - what do we see when we look within?