An Isolated Stream

Each one of us are a stream.Throwing on each other, on the shores of the city crumbling on concrete walls. Sometimes caused so much damage to the inner soul that some of inside is broken. Nevertheless, the trajectory of the injury takes us back to the bottom of the stream, on the pages of half-read books, or on incomplete paintings. Or go back to the back door to respond to the knock on the door, where a sound is calling for us.
The film is about an isolated stream erupting into a gigantic roar, the only attempt to recognize that backdrop is on a journey of feeling. The film is made in memory of a dear friend or maybe a beloved flower.