Women in sweaters and long skirts walk through an uncultivated pasture in the fog, above a lake. They retreat from the lens, toward something else. No one speaks.
Now comes a car on a nearby road. It takes a moment to stop. A woman gets out. The light reminds her of autumn. The man from the driver’s seat corrects her speech. I cried the first time I saw it, she says. He will not come.
I will wait for you, she says. She roams away like this often, in stubborn wonder. He follows, eventually. By the time he catches up, she will no longer be the woman from the car. By the time he catches her, she will be a woman who has been walking alone on a dirt path for some time.
Inspired by the work of Andrei Arsenyevich Tarkovsky, and specifically his film, Nostalgia.
5 thoughts on “Nostalgia”
This was a powerful piece, Stacey. I enjoyed it.
Jef, thank you! I am a bit late to the game, and just “discovering” Tarkovsky’s deeply evocative films.
It is a film of its own. Lovely. Thank you!