In the beginning was the word and the word was with God, and the word was God ...
A man in dark glasses, waving a white stick on a treadmill stutters his way through St. John's 1.1-5, Blind Faith, the angel, repeats Christianity's Zadok the Priest. What exists outside this exaltation to believe, if not in God's emissary, then in language itself ?
The film runs in reverse. People manoeuvre expertly backwards up and down the escalators accepting their judgement as redeemed or condemned. Everything that is about to happen has already happened. fate, Karma, Predestination. As sense escapes to nonsense in our attempts to piece together the prestidigitation behind the work, we suffocate in its inexorable logic.
imagine a parade with perfect
picture a procession with dignified
envisage a pageant with fine
imagine a cavalcade with noble
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