A woman grapples with the monotony of post-apocalyptic life. The surreal film follows her daily routine; basic survival and battle against boredom. Reality blurs as she slips into playful but profound psychological journey. Inspired by moments of self-isolation and the pandemic lockdowns.
I don’t feel I ever fully recovered. I feel the need to close the doors on the world and stay in. But then I have to survive myself. The city sprawls but I pretend I am the only one that still lives in it. I drink my coffee. I read the news. I think… hmm a person couldn’t invent the types of stories I am reading about.
I imagine that I am the sole surviver of a world ended. I stay inside lofted up in a repurposed factory. And it’s quiet. No city… no life just peace and my internal monologue nagging at me. I hear the helicopters fly over and then its really apocalyptic out there.
At least it’s sunny.
