into that good night

The film reenacts a memory of mine hearing a mysterious noise of clock ticking at night, while there wasn’t actually a clock in my room. As a kid, I was terrified during that time, yet my father tried to comfort me by claiming that it was due to the neighbor upstairs. I know it wasn’t true since he had not heard that clock sound crisp and clear lingering at midnight. It then vanished somehow in a few months. I would still wonder what it was that I heard in the dark.

The quote “And most my memories have escaped me/Or confused themselves with dreams” from John Mayer also inspired me to consider remembrance as a manipulative process when we seek self-consistency. For which we often conform to our presumptions, convincing ourselves by constructing memories with fragments of fading clues from the past. So that I tried to also imply a subtle clue for challenging the validity of this memory.

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2021