Mother

Adam 2022-04-22 07:01:41

1. mother

At the end of the shot, the mother gets up from the father,

Father asks: do you want a boy or a girl

This is not a moment of love between mother and father

It was the mother's first fantasy of "me"

If my relationship with my mother is difficult to understand, it is better to understand it as a lover

This is the first time my mother had fantasies about "me", the first time she "meeted" me. Before my mother met me, she was a woman, and she became a mother after meeting me.

In the heart of every child who loves his mother

They all want to go back to that first moment, the moment when my mother first fantasized about her arrival

And behind, the young mother, watching the old mother take away the young me

If I was in a hospital bed and was about to leave this world, I imagined myself leaving as a "child", because "if I'm a child, my mother is still my mother when I was a child"

I left this world in the image of my childhood, following my old mother

This is simply the most beautiful and sad image.

Coupled with the look and stare of my mother when I was young,

A young mother, at the moment she first fantasizes about her child, realizes that she will be one's eternal mother

A person's only mother from life to death

She brought me, she took me as a child.

I took away my mother

2. Dream

How dreams are manifested

an old dwelling, empty

A phone call of a missing person, halfway short

A room full of wind, rain,

A meaningful episode, but suddenly the sound of the machine becomes infinite, and your memory, the first thing that comes to mind, is the perception that doesn't matter: sound, rain, fire, distant dog barking, mirrors

The playthings of the perceptual world. The image slowly emerged at this time

Childhood in a mirror

Behind a slowly opening door is a young mother

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Extended Reading

Mirror quotes

  • Father: It seems to make me return to the place, poignantly dear to my heart, where my grandfather's house used to be in which I was born 40 years ago right on the dinner table. Each time I try to enter it, something prevents me from doing that. I see this dream again and again. And when I see those walls made of logs and the dark entrance, even in my dream I become aware that I'm only dreaming it. And the overwhelming joy is clouded by anticipation of awakening. At times something happens and I stop dreaming of the house and the pine trees of my childhood around it. Then I get depressed. And I can't wait to see this dream in which I'l be a child again and feel happy again because everything will still be ahead, everything will be possible...

  • Forensic doctor: You know, I fell and found strange things here - roots, bushes... Has it ever occurred to you that plants can feel, know, even comprehend? The trees, this hazelnut bush...

    Natalya: This is an alder tree.

    Forensic doctor: It doesn't matter. They don't run about. Like us who are rushing, fussing, uttering banalities. That's because we don't trust nature that is inside us. Always this suspiciousness, haste, and no time to stop and think.