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What started as a random filming thing, during a music tour, slowly turned into the only way for me to deal with my post-performance blues. This film is a letter I wrote to myself. From Imphal. |
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Drive My Car
The Source of a River, a Night Stream
A Sign of Things
Silence and Sunset
Tourist;Drifter
Traces of Grief
Read It and Weep
Extremo Ocidente
Distant People
The Autumn of the Ceibo Tree
Squatter
beer cans under my bed
i was sitting by the street ruminating about the end of the world but i got a cookie instead
A Brighter Summer Day
Under My Window
Espace Projeté
The Assassin
Plains
La deuxième femme
Caro diario
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