Vicky
Around the commune queer bodies dance, smoke, fuck, bleach their hair all full of love. But a farewell shall bring with it the distances between all those who enter and leave.
I. and F. are wandering. They walk. They stop. They talk. They are lost. They remember. They forget. They reappear. They continue. They pass mountains, fields and villages, meet friends, but also strangers. They go on, walking, stopping, talking, disappearing, remembering, forgetting, reappearing. This is their story, through the landscape, the road and the stories of others.
