VIVIANA.ALMAS


WASTELAND
2025
5:28 | DIGITAL | 16:1

I made a film and gave it this name. Wasteland.

Only later did I find Eliot’s book, and reading it felt like stepping back into the space we had wandered through, as if the words had been waiting there all along. One of my recent films, shot with Paul Merritt in a single day, on a trip to Dungeness.

The place held us in its mystic presence, vast and liminal, making us drift through it like sleepwalkers. The wind carried the sounds—train, lighthouse, the distant hum of something unseen. It lifted us into a space that wasn’t entirely real. Dungeness is a strange exile: dim, scattered with abandoned objects, empty streets, a factory standing there like a misplaced cathedral, as if someone once imagined a city but never finished it.

The cold rain blurred the edges of time. It made us want to stay, to keep walking, listening. Dungeness feels like a search for something unnamed, something you’re not even sure exists. But to find it, you have to keep moving forward. Keep listening.