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Feel the moment of life while holding your breath
Garnet 2022-03-20 09:02:13
Tarkovsky's films are slow, and time becomes thick and delicate. It will make people feel the unfathomable depth of life between long stares and start thinking, speculating, and imagining. The viewer also becomes the silent person in the play, experiencing different experiences and situations with him. My own heart begins to radiate, and different spiritual experiences are derived. Art quietly enters the corners that the soul has never stepped into in daily life, and drives into the other side of the mind. Suddenly, I am shocked by the profoundness and vastness, and the soul acquires an indescribable clarity. Transparency and purity. The charm of the tower's film lies in the breath-holding. In that short moment, time is shown slowly like a memory. What passes is not a second or a second, but a movement, a paragraph, a talk, and a feeling. When time gives way to it, it transcends time and acquires eternity, becoming a sediment in history. It is like an unsolvable mystery, confronting an uncontrollable time, extending, condensing, and even deforming time.
Extended Reading
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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...
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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.