Director: Letao Chen
A film is a stream of consciousness and life is a making-sense of meaningless nothing.
A digital triptych documentary mourning my grandmother’s death through language, chess, and ants on the bathroom wall, this film is a desperate attempt to articulate loving and mourning in a language I cannot speak (well enough). The simultaneous use of 3 screens imitates the way a thought is formed and a philosophy is philosophized. It is a stream of consciousness exploring the correspondence between language and emotional capacity.
All scenes are entirely reenactments of actual events- until the unexpected coincidence that brings me to church.
NO SUBTITLES ARE USED AS AN ARTISTIC CHOICE.