This story tells that Time does not pass away while there is Love.
At the very bottom of an old abandoned quarry a small hut sheltered. There, among old woods and ancient layers of rocks going up to the sky like steps of a ziggurat, Nazar and Zina live taking no notice of the world around them, its depth and rhythm, but thinking only of themselves and their resentments. Their dirty, vain, strained acts and words cause a great tragedy. This reveals an important, significant thing: Time is very real, even material. Time is in ancient stones and in scraping breathing of a dying man. Time is in hands pulling a melodeon. Time can seem a moment or eternity, but it does not pass away as far as love exists.
short film, co-production with Xstream Pictures (Beijing) Limited
