A 60 seconds visual poem made during the self-isolation of cover-19.
Text edited by Arthur Shufran. Music composed by Julian El La Chica.
The Sunset
Today is the thirtieth day of my isolation. On this thirtieth day of diving in the virtual world, for the first time, I had a very strong desire to go to a beach and watch the sunset over the ocean. I miss that sense of safety and comfort and I long to revisit it. But all the beaches I have been to in my life face the east. I have never watched the sunset on a beach. Where does this memory come from? From the books that I read, Or the movies and TV shows that I watch, Or the video games that I play? Why has this fabricated memory become my dearest desire? In this little room that I am in, have I lived more than once?