There exists a collective-dream, not a utopia, nor a dream of liberation, rather a melancholic rhythm that dances  elliptically. The immanency of the image, of she or he who sleeps, so deep that it pulls me apart, I loose all knowledge of myself; simultaneously it is I who watches this image of another. I dream that you travel, I always travel, never stay. Do you want to know this?  You sometimes come to me, adore me,fear me. The collective-dream remains throughout. I always wanted to be funny,to be sweet,whatever happened to me. I became so divisive, on top of nothing much at all. As you all sleep… I write. You all dream. You all dream, in much the same way you live – you all dream as I write.

Eye for an Essay

I say

First and foremost it seems important to ask: why not then define the essay film practice? I will answer this by asking another question – why not?  It only seems entirely appropriate to stipulate that this essay is not an attempt at classifying the essay film practice. Instead, and by somewhat mirroring the essay form’s speculative, divergent and contradictory nature, I will try to gain a clearer vision of what drives and aliments this enigmatic practice by doing so free of the intention of succeeding in my task[1].

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[1] If this leads to defining certain aspects of the practice, it is because the nature of language requires it.

I know you are looking

Respite