A wall watches people leave it behind. That's the entire story, and it breaks you because the wall doesn't resent them. The film moves at the pace of erosion, and by the end you understand that staying in one place while everything changes is its own kind of courage.
A wall stands in one spot, unable to shift even slightly, watching those who pass by go on their way. The wall cannot follow them. It cannot move. It can only witness. Left alone, it slowly decays, yet it keeps on living. In this film, told as a visual poem, the living wall takes on a series of shapes, from something like a great fallen tree to a monster near death. Loose, detailed brushwork and faint echoing voices carry these transformations, giving a sense of freedom found through imagination. This quiet meditation on existence asks what it means to endure when everything else flows onward.
