Nightlife in a puddle(Vita notturna di una pozzanghera)

An hallucination after the storm. Shot in 8 mm, of the dark and disappearing roads scratched by lightning. The discovery that a village festivity is also possible in a puddle at night is both, terrible and sublime. Do the images drown and disappear in our memory, or are we drowning while the images observe us from an unreachable time?