Trace
2024
short film 4’21
“During many anxious moments, I unconsciously scratch the skin on my arms.
Sometimes it breaks open, revealing pink flesh and forming brown scars.
I love my body, but at times I feel it disconnected from my soul, and I need the faint sting to reconnect.
When measuring the distance between myself and others, in entanglements, in separations, the body occasionally feels useless.
It only leaves traces behind, like footprints in the snow, becoming a kind of diary, an archive—marks left after feeling a moment’s temperature, the disorder of having been invaded.”
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