Anya Kowalska: Lost on Me, A Short Film

Some distances cannot be measured in miles. Lost on Me lingers in the fragile spaces between intimacy and estrangement, where silence carries the weight of entire conversations. Polish filmmaker Anya Kowalska builds her story like a memory half-remembered, hazy but magnetic. The film offers no resolution. It leaves resonance instead, haunting in the way a glance or a pause can remain in your mind for years. This is not a love story. It is a meditation on gravity, on how two people can be pulled together and pulled apart in the same moment. The film’s power is in its refusal to explain, choosing atmosphere over answers. Its language is gesture, breath, absence, and the quiet detail of a face turned away. It captures the way time fractures when desire collides with distance, when presence feels temporary yet unforgettable. In that fracture is the ache of recognition, a reminder that some stories end not in closure but in echo.