A short, atmospheric film, exploring the notion of absence, the tenuous presence of human life on this planet. Where people cease to live, Nature (abhorring a vacuum) is swift to reclaim her own.
Percy Shelley was thinking along similar lines when he composed the closing stanza of his magnificent poem "Ozymandias". The title character might have been a great and terrible king in ancient days, but now his vast lands and enterprises amount to little more than dust:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Existence is fragile, our fates beyond knowing. Tomorrow it could all be...gone. "Beautiful Desolation" is what's left in the aftermath...
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