A sense of being emersed in water in every frame,
even when the camera or the bodies are not.
And with it the sense of the body becoming its environment.
The fluid body.

A sense of freedom, of letting go and letting the water be the guid.
So alive at every moment, fresh with experimentation, invention, play.
At the same time dreamlike, feeling like a lifetime's worth of impressions of swimming lanes.

A moment of sadness, as I realize how…

I've never seen editing like it, I found it riveting and was amazed that the film could keep up that peculiar, almost consistent rhythm without it ever becoming tiresome or losing its appeal, nor did it get in the way of the film's contemplative mood, describing it with a word like "inserts" I think is completely missing the point. The editing and of course the compositions that look at people, objects and places alike, I think, has the purpose of…