Time never dies. The circle is not round.

“It is the time just before rain, the

time when the flies bite like

kamikaze, when the birds fly low

and the sky hangs overhead black,

heavy and expectant, when all the

colors are washed in gray, subdued

and intense, yet punched through

by radiant hues.

It's about to burst.

A heavy sense of expectation, of

lowering, of time just before

something large overwhelms the

picture, the frame, the rhythm, the

colors, the light, the music and the

characters.

Still, the story moves fast, faster

than words.”

Milcho Manchevski