Time and Existence

On July 11, 1996, his father took him to watch his last movie. Thirty years later, he found a ticket stub at the bottom of a fir box. The whole article uses the touch of material instead of the outpouring of emotions. Between the smell of plastic bags, tinfoil and rosin, a man completes the most restrained farewell to the passing time. He repeated the action with his hands for twenty-six seconds, but bypassed the words that had not been spoken for thirty years.