This film is a letter, a collage, a diary, a hug, an expression of the need to find in the cinema, and in images, something that helps us to continue living. It is also a contrast between the personal and the foreign, a tension that becomes an enunciation of movie piracy as a decolonial practice.
The inspection of an everyday landscape through a window that faces the street and a wall that moves.
Thousands of years ago, cinema germinated on the slope of a mountain in Peru. The signal of its movement is sustained in the volcanic stone that was once its skin, which changes and transforms without stopping.
