there remains a collision between two worlds, illustrated by life and death. when the young monks pray and recite their confessions, their words rise like the scent of incense, filling the room with a soothing and pleasant fragrance, is this the beginning? the camera rejects, as time goes by, the elderly woman’s patience and her shift toward another realm—dissolved in the quest of a calm and relaxed mind, her traits blend with her omniscient presence to form a single body…

what does wonder looks like; desire to contemplate. grammatical formulaic style of cinema has fallen silent, only words echoing between each enlightened being; sacred lies not in conventional places that collective imagination conjures up but in a shared human consciousness resonating within the walls of a haunted place where the pressure of another. when the light shines and night fades away, i get up, crying and i think back on the person that left a lasting impression on me, then…

a brain in the midst of religious decomposition, chronically divided into two halves: left and right; right portion controls all intuitive, passionate and creative thought while the left dominates the logical and rational; these two contrasting elements, which evoke different emotions and have different effects, are disrupted by the antagonist who precedes him; a figure who feels nothing but constant pain and drives him to unleash it—voyeuristic observation into the body, fluids, and cells; whatever represents human body in all…