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A “communication of lights” in the border town of Nabua, a place marked by ancient legend and modern atrocity.

Static and dynamic, natural and artificial:

A fluorescent street lamp / lightning flashes against rising smoke / a soccer ball in flames: kicked back and forth by shadowy figures, it leaves short-lived streaks of fire across the stitched together images and evokes the military flares of this once occupied territory.

A complex transference of forces, culminating in immolation, a burnt screen that unveils a projector beam: flaring, pulsing, staring back; answering the call of the lights that precede it, absorbing and redirecting their energies.

Like all the transfers and returns in Apichatpong’s cinema, it is a reincarnation.