Skirma Jakaite

We live in the same house, but in different apartments, jobs, situations, convictions, visions, fooling ourselves that this is the only world that exists. This film is about an unfamiliar and frightening side of life, one that we never really grasp but feel it somewhere close.

Where does love go when lovers break apart? Or when they stay together? How do you find the spirit to fall in love again? Is it permissible-possible and is it possible-legal to love several people at the same time? What becomes of our love after death, is it really that important or simply inevitable? This is about the laws of love, which are as simple as one, two, three, when we are still in love, but incomprehensible and unexplainable once love retreats. About the logic of the heart, which has nothing in common with common logic, just like non-Euclidean geometry disproves and surpasses the Euclidean one.

A man is waiting for some test results. He expects the worst but at the same time hopes for the best. He spends a week in a limbo of his own creation, neither here nor there, dreading the things that haven't happened yet.

The strengths and fragilities of parent–child bonds are tested against the background of a foreboding forest.

We live in the same house, but in different apartments, jobs, situations, convictions, visions, fooling ourselves that this is the only world that exists. This film is about an unfamiliar and frightening side of life, one that we never really grasp but feel it somewhere close.

We live in the same house, but in different apartments, jobs, situations, convictions, visions, fooling ourselves that this is the only world that exists. This film is about an unfamiliar and frightening side of life, one that we never really grasp but feel it somewhere close.

Where does love go when lovers break apart? Or when they stay together? How do you find the spirit to fall in love again? Is it permissible-possible and is it possible-legal to love several people at the same time? What becomes of our love after death, is it really that important or simply inevitable? This is about the laws of love, which are as simple as one, two, three, when we are still in love, but incomprehensible and unexplainable once love retreats. About the logic of the heart, which has nothing in common with common logic, just like non-Euclidean geometry disproves and surpasses the Euclidean one.

A man is waiting for some test results. He expects the worst but at the same time hopes for the best. He spends a week in a limbo of his own creation, neither here nor there, dreading the things that haven't happened yet.

A man is waiting for some test results. He expects the worst but at the same time hopes for the best. He spends a week in a limbo of his own creation, neither here nor there, dreading the things that haven't happened yet.

The strengths and fragilities of parent–child bonds are tested against the background of a foreboding forest.

The strengths and fragilities of parent–child bonds are tested against the background of a foreboding forest.