Time goes by and cameras continue to run around the world, burning up any space nearby on film or posterity memory cards. I think the diary films of Jonas Mekas are among the purest forms of filmmaking to be discovered. Especially this film is a brilliant exercise in the own style of Mekas. Walden resembles the spontaneous poetry of Beat-generation writers, forgetting narrative threads and moralistic messages in favor of a flow of images and a discordant soundtrack entrusting the viewer with a wealth of observation-thoughts, places seen and people gathered, especially friends, their families and fellow artists, are the momentum of the film, all captured on old 16 mm color film.