It has something bizarre to it. Seeing a film by Bi Gan, which defies any temporal and spatial orientation in the middle of a disorienting world situation, is both fascinating and scary. I was hoping that a night's sleep would allow me to process the film, but this is not what happened. On the contrary. I feel even more like floating, even more lost, even more as if wrapped in a satin cloth that gives me warmth and comfort, but which, at the same time, doesn't let me go.
What are time and . . .
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