We’re looking. For something so simple.
So simple, that we can’t hold it in
our hands. Or in our heads.
So we look to him. To her.
To them. To there.
We look to everywhere
To when. To then.
But not to now.
It’s hidden just beyond
So we presume it’s
But perhaps it’s in here.
The fascinating thing about riddles is that you can stare at them intently and completely miss their point.
And often, a riddle will fool you into the illusion of an understanding.
This is a short film about the nature and whereabouts of joy.
Words by Nic. Film too. As ever.