Maria Gusman

I saw everything and more in this movie. I saw myself. I saw other people. I saw my exes… I saw blindness both externally and inwardly. I saw unlikely friendship in strange times and places, different backgrounds and different faces. I saw how much it hurts to love, and how for some of us it is a choice. And why it’s often hard to feel when all we have known was ourselves. There’s an intrinsic aloneness in each of us where no one else can go, but every once in a while, somebody gets close. Often when we search the Universes, we end up finding ourselves; is that perhaps what we were low-key really looking for? What we need in others? A mirror of sorts? Mirrors of sameness within opposites? Trilogies live within the stories we create. We create the stories about what we know. The trilogy of Past, Present and Future is also written in secret places hidden in plain sight. Some of us see it through the veil of the mundane, making the mundane feel intolerable. The need for more. The need to breathe emotion and apathy when we know the confines of our Selves. I have lived the magic of these spaces. I have been the trilogy of Spaceman, waiting woman, and unlikely friend. I know the struggle of attachment issues. I know the relentless burn whilst being frozen, and I have touched the Sentience of the Cosmos with my eyes, fingertips and soul. I am no stranger to the Spaceman.