Neither Here Nor There

Single Screen Film.

I was born in a place that wanted to escape itself but never could. Such is the nature of the post-conflict landscape. Constantly oscillating between progress and regression, life and death, growth and burial.

How much of the trauma has been absorbed by the land that bore witness to it? It seeps into its soil like water, cultivating exiles in the midsummer harvest.

There are ghosts in this ground.