Sitting outside in a dark after midnight. Absolutely quiet cold night.
dimmed light, Moon behind clouds. Nothing is moving, no sound. Feels like
void.
After seeing
Krótki film o
zabijaniu (1988) directed by
Krzysztof Kieslowski I
am empty. Nonsense of killing for any reason goes through whole movie. All
images are clouded like views from darkened mind. This movie is not only
about killing is about ending of existence of a human been. About ending of
existence of your own you. Why is that? Why all has to end, is there any
sense to all this? I am very skeptic. Is this all only waiting room for the
end? And as a time goes we are pretending with the smile that there is a
sense, that there is a reason? Reason to use our time, is it really?
