The Crossing

"I thought about a traveller who didn’t travel. A lone, wandering soul inhabited by a feeling of consciousness, but existing only within the realm of dreams, dreading the inexorable occurrence and complex nature of true existence." "The Crossing" is a visceral experience of the sense of loss born out of being a runaway of one’s own life. It’s also a visual exploration of the inherent state of confusion that comes from confronting one’s reality, of what it feels traversing the uncertain, obscure landscape that constitutes one’s life. From hazy beginnings to the distant blurry surroundings of the unpredictable end. But maybe, it’s also a telltale of the premiss that life begins on the other side of despair. The protagonist here will become the ‘authentic individual’, praised by Sartre in his version of Existentialism, when he’ll cease to live in a semi-permanent state of dream and when he’ll face the indeterminate character of (his) existence by giving meaning to his actions and by recognising himself as the author of this meaning.