An allegory for many of us.
The first time I saw my wife she was across the street walking to the bus stop. I was sitting on the stoop of the Beechhurst Food Market and asked my buddy Jimmy if he knew who she was. The puddle I stepped in was the Pacific Ocean, crossing it three times and coming home in 1967 and marrying her a short time later. Now some forty three years later we are still together.
There is not enough room to write all or part of what all that entails but that four minute film did it well for me. Of course I see something very different in Pink Floyd's The Wall than the writer did.
Most sincerely, thank you very much, indeed...
There is, in the thinking human animal, the drive, the compulsion, to see symbolism everywhere.
It is, unfortunately, all too easy for us to lose touch with just what - and how significant - genuine symbols are.
If video can be pure emotion, I have just watched it...and will go and watch it again.