The Mirror

A film that resists urgency. No tidy arcs. No easy answers. Just a hypnotic drift between presence and memory, between what we hold and what slips through our fingers.

Meaning doesn’t arrive in clarity – it emerges in tension. In the friction of the everyday turned strange. The familiar dissolves. What’s left resonates.

Ambiguity isn’t the absence of meaning – it’s the shape of it. This is a world that doesn’t explain itself. It dares you to feel your way through.