Spirit of the Beehive

last night my yin and i watched Victor Erice's El espíritu de la colmena, a hauntingly beautiful film set just after the Spanish Civil War. it is laconic, well-paced, and exquisitely photographed, evoking dreamlike tones while simultaneously foregrounding a Spanish countryside that bears the indelible marks of war.

but this is beside the point.

the point is that the film left me sleepily restless, and i woke more than a dozen times to the amber glow of a salt lamp left on in the corner of our bedroom. each time i returned to sleep i fell into a new dream, and although none of them dealt with Spain, Erice's film permeated them all. in attempt to exercise this spectre, and improve my French, i submit the following photo essay:

L'esprit de la ruche

les enfants d'histoire, qu'est-ce que vous voyez?

une porte ouverte?

ou un écran vide?

les traces de monstres?

ou une salle de classe?

un champ infini?

ou un essaim dénué de sens?

un train absent?

ou une lumière mystérieuse dans la nuit?

les enfants d'histoire, je prie pour vous tous...