and you, of course

we sit in the wake of silence, drifting in the dark. borders create violence: inflicted, accepted, internalized. regret is white-blue is scalding is a massive rotating star held together by the force of its own gravity and pointless as anything self-contained is. we don't exist as straight lines, at least not perfectly so. we encounter one another; we bend. the rats above my head run in and out, building an invisible home in the line of space between the ceiling and the roof. i build my home through a collection of fragments and feel kindly toward all the places my shadow goes, confirming that i am here too.

Music & Sound Design: Brendan Principato
Audio Mastering: Drew Sher

Filmed on a Sony Handycam between 2018-2020.