This one is a little overdetermined, I think. Empty lives, making a decisive break, decision as worse than inertia, returning to emptiness. It is very beautifully mounted, though. The details of the peasant household, of the woodsman’s life not only seem authentic, they seem positively educational. There’s a scintillating foreground/background shot involving a flowerpot, a key and a rack focus. Similarly with the smoke from the fire. Is the woman at the window imagery aware of Maya Deren?