Gone

I left Paris spontaneously and went to Berlin right before the border closed. I shot this on a beautiful Spring day in Berlin back in March, on Super8. It was still too cold to be Spring but the sun was bright and the moments were tender. There is this tingling uncertainty about shooting films that draws me, the wait in the process of development, heartstrings tugged. In the end, you never know what you are going to get. It is surely something for my memories, and my nostalgia to look back on in 10 years. I’ve been trying to grasp how much this feeling rings true in my personal relationships. Does it matter if I mess up? Is this too easy? Or too hard? Is this a low bar? High bar? Bare minimum? If I remember you, will you remember me too?

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Submitted by April Yau.