edwards drive-in

response to "the wind will carry us" directed by abbas kiarostami--

the was the year there was a bone in the river and none of the goats noticed as they ate. the villagers waited until winter to fuck and a lone man dug up the graveyard. we moved to higher ground but the high ground kept shifting. boys turned turtles on their backs but the turtles righted themselves. most of the work was done by hand in a far-off yellow landscape where single trees stood out a day at a time until they became familiar. men came with machines but the machines gave up the ghost in strange mixtures lacking electricity. field workers wore baseball caps with insignias that meant nothing to them or the countryside doctor who no one ever sent for. we didn’t know what any of it meant, but eventually everything seemed to leave just to return.