one (promenade film)
Everything is memory. This was… here, when we were young. Outside these doors. One side, the sea; behind, the land.
And this is where we live. This narrow strand, between two worlds. Oh the land, oh the sea, oh the things they have seen.
How long did they remember that day? Her with the parasol? The boys with the caps? Such smiles. It seems like such an age ago, or sometimes only yesterday. When we were young.
Things blur. A film. The real world. Echoes of a song.
I remember it.
I am the memory of it.
Everything is memory.
A day at the seaside. A ride on a tram. Chips and a fish and a show.
Sometimes it feels like everything is memory.
A day at the seaside. A ride on a tram. Chips and a fish and a show
Sometimes it feels…