Janus is also the name of a Roman God. The month January was named after him and he’s often depicted with two faces one facing the past, the other facing the future.
The flooding every morning is probably a metaphor for something. The seagull guides her up the island and mentions all these berries that will soon ripen all of which bloom from very late spring to early summer but she wears a beanie and a winter uniform. Together they pick flowers and berries she can be seen whistling. At the end of the day while the tide is still low she visits that girl who like her is dressed warm. She feeds her the berries and flowers she just picked she whistles once more. I saw this as a way to “feed” her memory alive. The wind picks up causing the petals to scatter and the tide rushes back in before going back to shore she rips her hair to tie it to the string. You know what they say, hair holds memory. I imagine her house is once again flooded after all tides rise and lowers everyday.
Janus is also the name of a Roman God. The month January was named after him and he’s often depicted with two faces one facing the past, the other facing the future.
The flooding every morning is probably a metaphor for something. The seagull guides her up the island and mentions all these berries that will soon ripen all of which bloom from very late spring to early summer but she wears a beanie and a winter uniform. Together they pick flowers and berries she can be seen whistling. At the end of the day while the tide is still low she visits that girl who like her is dressed warm. She feeds her the berries and flowers she just picked she whistles once more. I saw this as a way to “feed” her memory alive. The wind picks up causing the petals to scatter and the tide rushes back in before going back to shore she rips her hair to tie it to the string. You know what they say, hair holds memory. I imagine her house is once again flooded after all tides rise and lowers everyday.