Crying the death of a fictional character
Lina, a Russian book lover, griefs the death of a fictional character in her favourite novel. To cope with grief, she decides to kill the character herself.
"Everything you can imagine is real". - Picasso
Crying the death of a fictional character only demonstrates that our feelings are not ours. They cross interpersonal boundaries, passing back and forth from one mind to another, returning to us as our own. Fictional characters with real depth can assume in our imagination, a vividness that may equal, or even exceed, that of some of our living friendships. Sometimes it's also impossible to separate the fictional from the real because of such powerful immersions.
Dreaming the world have emotional consequences not because the writer convinced us with his beautiful prose, but because our lives are stories of our own invention. We are fictional characters, and to cry is to be real in an imaginary world.
Lina is sitting on the edge of her bed, staring at the window in front of her. She has puffy red eyes and tears have dried up over her face. We notice moisture on her nose. As the camera trackback, we discover her room in a mess - as if she didn't leave the room for weeks. We tilt down to see Lina holding a massive book closed in both hands.
As she stands up to leave the room, she leaves the book on the bed. We read the cover: Anna Karenina by Tolstoy.
Reading Old Letters
A woman makes an unsettling discovery in a garden shed — hidden behind a shelf she finds a wooden box that contains a series of old letters depicting a forbidden love.
Reading old letters is like jumping on a time machine — time traveling made possible by spilled ink on a piece of paper.
Reading something written a long time ago can make you feel like an archeologist discovering some important artefact. The words from the past allow us to re-live , at least in our imagination, the experiences and emotions of their author.
SUMMARY (INSPIRED BY A TRUE STORY)
While pruning the bushes in the garden of her family country house, Katja needs to replace a broken tool. She enters the old garden shed and while searching for the tool discovers a hidden box that contains a series of old letters. They turn out to be love-letters between two young men, written during the Second World War.
Soon, she becomes obsessed with this incredible discovery. On a binge-reading sequence, she is captured by pictures of this intense and hurtful love story in her mind.
The ritual of brewing tea is one of the most ancient exercises in idleness.It’s enforced inactivity when today enforced productivity is the norm.
Waiting for the tea, is one of those brief moments where for one reason or another you are compelled to stop and observe life as it comes. A ceremony that we ought to respect and a rite that must not be forgotten.
It's late afternoon, and Hannah initiates her usual tea ritual. She first boils the water and pours it into the cup, then bobbs the thread of a dangled tea bag in and out of the steaming water. As she patiently waits for her tea to be ready, she notices a housefly dying right there on her kitchen table. Her observation of life fading away so lightly turns into an epiphany. She decides to mark this event forever in her memory by following another ritual: a funeral ceremony to honour the deceased housefly.
A celebration of the pure joy of dancing. — Different people are performing individual dances in various situation.
“When you dance, you can enjoy the luxury of being you,” the Brazilian author Paulo Coelho once wrote.
Dancing is here to remind us to celebrate life. Maybe we’ve become discouraged from dancing, as a culture, from watching each form of dance on YouTube - from manic amateur dancing to sterile, fast-moving choreographies performed by stars like Miley Cyrus, transforming each soulful move into something that looks like C.G.I. Instead of dancing, we are repeatedly encouraged to watch other people dance while we sit still. Not so long ago, we used to dance (self-consciously) every night after dinner — A waltz, a polka, or a square-dance. And the joys where simply swaying to the beat. Let us bring them back!
A joyful snapshot of random groups of people who share one thing in common - the playfulness of dancing. The strangers let the contagious cheerful performance unfold throughout the day, and remind ourselves to turn the volume up and forget the daily chores.
Jerome K. Jerome once wrote, 'Idleness, like kisses, to be sweet must be stolen’.
Skipping work is an opportunity to get out of the stressful working world that that cripples our body and mind — at a moment when work seems to stalk us no matter where we are or how we feel.
It's an invitation to rediscover our original relationship with the world. Steal back your time from the corporate world, hurry back to nature where everything began. Breathe.
It's Monday morning; Patricia, a young office worker, locks up her bike and drags her feet to the office without conviction. Just before entering the building Patricia suddenly steps back and out of the blue decides to take a ride instead. As she rides through the city and then further out to the countryside her mood increasingly lightens up.
Why undergo the exhausting process of memorizing a poem these days, when you have it online at your fingertips ?
The Ancient Greeks felt that learning poetry improved the mind, and Athenian schoolboys learned Homer by heart.
It’s tempting to romanticize an era in which poetry—memorizing held a prominent place in the culture. But learning a poem provides us with knowledge of a different variety: you somehow let the poem inside you, into your brain chemistry, and thus know it at a more profound, physical level than if you just read it off a screen.
Flore, who struggles memorising a poem, decides that she needs a break and takes a nap. While drifting into the realm that lies between wakefulness and sleep, she continues to recite fragments of the poem. As she falls asleep, the words of the poem emerge in her dreams as clear as if she read it off the paper.
Dreams are the original cyberspace of our own built-in spiritual virtual reality.
Our dreams take us into other worlds, alternative realities that help us make sense of day-to-day life. Why bother with the latest virtual-reality headsets, when all you have to do is close your eyes and enter infinity.
Arranging records is time-consuming. But it might be precisely the kind of time consuming-activity that we sometimes need.
Society today expects us to consume culture almost exclusively on a gleaming screen instead of cultural objects. Why bother designing the perfect system for arranging your music records when an infinity ocean of binary music is just a click away?
The fact that records give us real tactile joy (in addition to the auditive joy) has somehow disappeared from our considerations. Just try holding a copy of Jimi Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland in your hands without getting too emotional. Now attempt to obtain the same effect using Spotify; spot the difference?
19 year-old Estelle comes to replace her mother's friend at a local record shop. She's new to the world of vinyl music, but she's willing to take the challenge. The shop owner gives her the task to organize a batch of records using a color system that Estelle hardly understands. Now alone in the shop, she starts arranging every single vinyl, meticulously paying attention to the color of each cover. To her joy and satisfaction, the result is surprisingly beautiful.
“We spend our life, it’s ours, trying to bring together in the same instant a ray of sunshine and a free bench …” (SAMUEL BECKETT)
In our increasingly controlled, targeted, and digitized world, the public bench is a symbol of retreat, a haven of freedom in the middle of the city, where you can enjoy the sun, have a picnic, take a nap, read the papers or have a nice encounter with some stranger…
It's noon on a warm spring day; Joseph comes as usual to eat his lunch at the same public bench before going back to work. Incidentally, another man has been sitting on the bench for a while. Both are hungry, but only Joseph holds a sandwich. While he starts unpacking and eating his bread, the other man can't help himself and salivates over his neighbor's lunch. Realizing his starved companion, what else is there to do for Joseph than to share his sandwich?
Melancholy in the sixteenth century was commonly associated with wit, intelligence and wisdom. It was known as "the disease of the learned".
In the age of our all-time-happy digital avatars, we often come to feel guilty of embracing the bitter-sweet pleasure of melancholic brooding. But dark emotions are creatively vitalizing — essential to access the full spectrum of the human experience.
A man is lying frozen on a sofa under an open window situated in the attic. Hundreds of photos are spread around him. His sorrow is tangible upon the look in his eyes. As we move out his dark bedroom. We enter the light corner of his consciousness – A flashback brings us to summertime in midst of a forest where two young boys are playing and holding hands.
LOST PLEASURES SERIES
A collection of weekly short films to inspire overloaded and busy humans to embrace idleness and reconnect with the simple pleasures of life.
HUMANS IN THE AGE OF DISTRACTION
In the journey to becoming superhuman, we chose more instead of less. We attend to shiny new tools that promise to make us smarter, more effective, and to influence more people than we could ever have done on our own.
We push aside anything that doesn’t seem to give us an algorithmic edge, a financial return or any other productivity metric of our choice. We became scared of our thoughts, stuck in our egos and afraid to let go. Anxiety, constant distraction and negative feedback loops ruminating over our imperfections are the normal modes of Being.
We can choose how to spend our time in a variety of ways. But only a few of these choices have the power to transform our lives. The way we pay attention to the world alters who we are.
We rarely pause in silence or solitude to reflect on the things that truly bring us joy. Idleness has become a form of treason to modern society.We need to take ourselves somewhere quieter, better, more spacious and with a window to transcendence.
Lost pleasures series are these places - where we come to realize that the best moments in life are simple and free with an invitation to idleness.
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"It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface" -Virginia Woolf
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