Maro Kokkoni

A little post-apocalyptic dream.

A young married couple loses their child in a car accident.

5+1 images for the absurdity of the struggle. A collective production.

5+1 images for the absurdity of the struggle. A collective production.

The confused memories of having once stood and the dizzy hope to get up again.

Sunday afternoon. The best time to install the new automatic home security system. All I need is my magnifying glass so I can read the manual. But where the hell have I put him?

The Count lives alone without contact with the people around him and observes them stars from his telescope. When by chance his attention is drawn to the couple who he lives in the apartment building across the street, he witnesses the abuse of the woman by the her husband. He gradually becomes obsessed with her and decides to save her.

A space-time journey through the memory fragments of a wandering man in the four seasons of a love story