A Film by Valerie van Zuijlen
I've spent the day in front of my memory box. I was slowly scanning a vision without knowing that it was a description of a dream. More and more my dreams find their settings in the clouds. A face appears, disappears... a trace is found, is lost. The heartbeat of dreams is so much in its place that the next day when I am awake I realize that I continue to seek in the labyrinth of the Past, a Future concealed the night before. I begin to wonder if those dreams are really mine, or if they are part of a totality, of a gigantic collective dream of which the entire universe may be the projection.