Minute by Minute

The rain is pouring down, as if the world has decided to do a spring cleaning, washing away old grievances, washing out the ears of words that have long lost their meaning. The air is humid, sticky, but there is something liberating about it: as if you can just close your umbrella, spit on the sadness and step into the puddles to the beat of the music. The eyes are swollen, the TV is broken, and inside there is a slight aftertaste of goodbye, but without any drama.

Everything revolves on the line between “I still love” and “I’ve already let go.” The city is noisy like a remix of yesterday's life, and every glimmer of headlights seems like a new opportunity to fall in love, forget yourself, start over. Every minute the rhythm becomes clearer, the breathing becomes smoother, and even wet hair sticks to the face as a reminder: not everything that is broken requires repair. Sometimes it's enough to just dance in the rain and think that this is freedom.

WORDS: TAKUMA OHARA AND SHINTARO NAMIOKA

MUSIC: SHINTARO NAMIOKA

DIRECTOR: KUMA TORU (SAMA)

FILM, ILLUSTRATION: ocome

CREATIVE PRODUCER: KEITA SUGAI (Sairan)

PRODUCER: YUKINA HAYASHI (HERSELF)

CREATIVE AGENCY: Sairan

PRODUCTION: OURSELVES