Friday, 5 June 2015


I know the sound of crickets at night from the South of France when I was little.

Without warning a short film shifted to exactly that, but in another country.

Maybe that sound at night is just one country of its own? Like thunder and lightning?

Why does endless tuneless cheeping have such emotional resonance?

And be almost unbearably beautiful?

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