Lothar Kittstein

Night, in a field of stubble. “It’s nice with you,” she says to him. Again and again. He thinks about an earlier scene. Similar, or perhaps not. It ended in violence. “It’s nice with you,” she says. In spite of it all, because she wants to flirt. Because after all, flirting is part of a party. He circles around her, she around him. In endless repetition like in Groundhog Day In short scenes like the mesh of a fine net, Kittstein tells the story of an attempt at youthful intimacy.