The Land of Exiled Memories
A man met an old man and a doctor formed by his own consciousness in the place of memory exile. His consciousness began to awaken, and he began to go back from the birth of the universe to the disappearance of life, and discussed existence, identity and consciousness. The film implements the principle of naturalism, abandons the strict narrative logic, and presents a fluid poetic image temperament.
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Thus began my first thought, where am I?
Do you know where I am?
Excuse me, may I ask what you were doing?
But may I answer a question first?
A wave of sadness washed over me.
This is my exile. Who else would be in my prison?
Full transcript
Waking on the grass, I refused to seep into the soil, for that would be a vanishing without thought.
Thus began my first thought, where am I?
I walked on until I met an old man.
Excuse me. Do you know where I am? Many chase coordinates. But forget to define who they are. You want to get away from your surroundings, but you don't even realize you are the one who built them. You chase a position, but you've never changed who you really are. So it would be better to ask why has this place come into being for my sake?
There was something reminiscent about the old man, and I went with him.
The old man led me to his house, and fell into a deep slumber. I had arrived with but a single question. Yet once my thoughts stirred, they multiplied like vines.
Unable to linger, I continued on my way. It was then that I encountered a doctor by the riverside.
Excuse me, may I ask what you were doing? I am listening to the heartbeat of this river, ready to welcome its new life. Then, where is life? It finds the world daunting, hesitant to join. One of our duties as healers is to listen to its will before it is born. Will you help me encourage it? My pleasure. But may I answer a question first? Of course, I am a doctor. Why do you exist here? It is a grand, yet fundamental question. I'm here to listen to life in any form. Come closer and feel its pulse.
I have just come to understand that I have amnesia. So, it was my memory that refused to come into existence. A wave of sadness washed over me. And I couldn't help but sob. The doctor had vanished, replaced by a white horse.
I went back to the old man's home to find him missing as well, with nothing but the burning logs left.
It finally makes sense. The old man and the doctor, they were just projections of my mind. This is my exile. Who else would be in my prison?
