Perhaps, there is no better film right at this very moment than Carlos Casas’ Solitude at the end of the world. It’s been ten weeks that I haven’t met people. Ten weeks of confinement at home, ten weeks that showed me just how dependent we are on one another. It is wrong to think that we can live alone, in solitude. I myself have always preferred solitude over a party at a friend’s place. I preferred cuddling up on the sofa with a book and a good coffee over leaving the house. But this . . .
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