Sitting outside in a dark after midnight. Absolutely quiet cold night. Dimmed light, Moon behind clouds. Nothing is moving, no sound. Feels like void.
After seeing Krótki film o zabijaniu (1988) directed by
Krzysztof Kieslowski I am empty. Nonsense of killing for any reason goes through whole movie. All images are clouded like views from darkened mind. This movie is not only about killing is about ending of existence of a human been. About ending of existence of your own you. Why is that? Why all has to end, is there any sense to all this? I am very skeptic. Is this all only waiting room for the end? And as a time goes we are pretending with the smile that there is a sense, that there is a reason? Reason to use our time, is it really?