There was a clot of blood in my throat, but I didn’t feel any pain. My fingertips were ice cold. A fine mist slowly enveloped me. It was so quiet. Birds stopped chirping. Leaves stopped rustling. I saw a glimmer of light on top of the hill. I laid there in that absolute silence. The light on top of the hill slowly faded…
AT THE GATE OT THE GHOST / อุโมงค์ผาเมือง (2011) dir. Pundhevanop Dhewakul