Cemetery of Splendour. Apichatpong Weerasethakul. 2015.
The makeshift hospital for soldiers afflicted with a sleeping disease is in a school that lies over the cemetery of ancient kings who are using their energy to keep a war running in the afterlife. The government is digging for some unknown secret around.
In the surrounding forest, a medium channels a palace’s room in between the trees- like an architect inscribing a proposal on a site.
Spaces are haunted by their past and their futures. We can see them when we dream, except we no longer know when we are asleep. We might feel their shapes in the stories that we tell, in folk tales, in advertising, in propaganda, in the drawings we make, in cinema. The shifts between all these modes of being happen seamlessly through lights changing colour like those machines that keep us safe in our dreams that lie besides the soldiers beds.
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