Thirteen-second interval shots, multiple exposures, fixed point observations of celestial objects, 16mm film, and the five years of time, consisting half of my thirties. Should I say that it is a beautiful anachronism of 21st century heliography? Should it be a solitary sun worship that manifests the poetics of light that has become history? In the middle of the film lies unforgettable colors and sounds, where the moment of“ loss of consciousness” intersects with the moment of “return to consciousness.”