In Ictu Oculi

Seven centuries made of stone collapse without any nostalgia in the blink of an eye. Some call History to the variable frequency of this flickering, others class struggle, progress, barbarism or cinema. If we assume that the accumulation of blinks during a lifetime is certainly high, we can conclude that we spend a good part of it awake even with our eyes closed. So, may we have not overestimated the capacity of the image and therefore of the vision as privileged providers of consciousness? How many flickers of the eyelid will it take to look at a world that destroys itself? […] On the other hand, it is undeniable that there is pleasure in looking at the images of the extinct city. This little movie tries to find and put together some of those pieces hopelessly lost.