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Sep 5, 2025
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An orator is born. He stands on a giant horse and pleads to mankind.The Italian burns himself to death, then falls from the majestic statue before a thin audience.


The poet lights a candle, protecting the flame. It goes out, but he begins again. Walks across an emptying hot spring, Russian, he does what is asked of him. Heart pumping its final beats, yet he continues until the end.


Doing another’s bidding is not as easy as it seems.Doing so makes heroes of men.




A reflection on exile, faith, and the endless burden of carrying another’s flame.

Inspired by Nostalghia, Director Andrei Tarkovsky


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