will

eyes speaking through the hills while rain moved softly  through the landscape’s breath rain, rain the world becoming, kindling the night somewhere beyond sleep, a hollowed tree holds the memory of weather this film’s oneiric state brings up a cascading idea of nature’s sovereignty and the celebration of its ecological truth through the state of one’s personal experience

a vessel of impermanence, creaking through salt and old empires, a spinning compass in calloused hands, blood in the tide