Days in the sun

A free investigation through the endless path of memory using found footage and improvised graphics.

What if the place of my childhood holidays, left my memory and looks now completely different? There isn't a speculative fiction features behind the pictures of that time. The reality is past and has ominously, irrevocably broken down. At first glance, it seems to be the place and people I met and I know, but soon becomes clear that I am wrong: the pictures don't show me what my memory expect it to see; the people aren't where they should be, it is not that I knew. The laws of time are working and everything seems to follow them. The feeling of guilty attempt itŽs respect, reject full the meaning of logic, giving a limited of its own content. No one will ask how or why this exception to clear narration managed to insert itself into their world as a place with a representative meaningful as such. The place and time works as an Illusion, an objective Illusion, an intimate choice which split over, spreading across the rest of my brain. It could be a being oddity, but it could also be an apocalypse in a nutshell, which is caused by a some kind of transgression our awareness.