Status: In Post Production
I fall and I rise again, I stop being but I return to existence because I still am. I yield and I protest, I accept and I reject. Above all, I endure. I grieve to myself that ever this dwelling on earth should end and nothing should remain but flowers and sad songs.
In the ring a bull
Scratches the world with his hooves,
Waiting for me.
I pass by asleep upon a cloud
and hurl myself down.
Written & Directed by Dan Sadgrove.