A box was found in an attic, along with old photographic equipment, containing family photographs, letters and over 300 postcards of Brontë Country. Polaroids, pinhole photographs and a map were also found in the box. This film is inspired by this collection.
Her hands, autonomous, pick out some refrain buried deep within her core like a tuning fork sustaining a long clear note without diminuendo. Seeing with unearthly eyes, fixed as if hypnotized by shining shapes, she disappeared into brilliance
Still you beckoned me with your availability, your parlour games, your desire to cater to every whim, the promise to fulfil any fantasy. Your body gorged my vision. Replete with the extent of you, I could never see the end of you, never see beyond you, never get outside you, never get inside you…yet…always the feeling of you moving inside me. And it clings, and it rings and the falling begins.
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