An essay film that adopts a lyrical and distinctly queering approach to sexual identity, social dynamics, and everyday life in contemporary China. Through the psychoanalytic and introspective voiceover of a young post-pandemic Chinese migrant in Europe, the film interweaves her private memories of intimacy with public narratives of resistance. As her reflections unfold, she and her community navigate secrecy, repression, survival, looming precarity, and displacement, confronting the personal cost of existing in the current age of turbulence and regression, in a world that demands their silence.

A little girl, now a woman, writes to her grandfather, wounded by a mental disorder. She watches him as he seethes inwardly, pondering the place of childhood in suffering.

In a world without humans, a visitor finds himself exploring the remnants of Earth's culture. Polish museums become a mysterious land of conjecture and fantasy, where artworks gain new life after the end of mankind. Pathos, comedy and melancholy are present in equal measure. Constructivism wanders with romanticism to the to the rhythm of the opera "Twilight of the Gods".

I focused on how the landscape is transformed when the wind as a weather phenomenon streams through the rice paddies cultivated by humans. It also portrays the lives of the farmers who cultivate these paddies and the local residents who share this environment.
Weather such as wind, rainfall and sunshine are important elements in cultivation, and humans cultivate and harvest while anticipating these elements, and in this way they sustain human life. Rice paddies are not protected like a greenhouse, and they are cultivated under harsh conditions such as typhoons, droughts, and cold weather.
I observed the constantly changing and transforming appearance of the rice paddies through the process of cultivation and weather.
I expressed the changing landscape by connecting the so

I used to find the dusk a very unsettling time, as though the approaching night was something to be feared. It was as if, once night fell you could not flee, and had to face unspecified consequences. Maybe the land remembers and the night will reveal what we might have done...