A man lies asleep on a bed. A gust of wind. A rumbling. He walks around, taking photographs. Messages from both his dreams, and mine, where we are haunted by people in student uniform.
Roboyto Helvetigirl (or: the children of starbucks and xanax)
02022HD
A book on the nightstand - pillow talking - the hands of two lovers. When "she" woke "him" up in the middle of the night, telling him about a dream that was less than pleasant, leading to explosion of an argument, each intending on hurting the other. For how can this relationship progress, when...
soliloquy (or; please don't leave my cheeks dry and my mind empty)
02024HD
A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and...
It all starts with him having to pitch a product to a client. The product is glasses. This turns into an action film where martial arts warriors battle it out, with the glasses serving as a game-changing power in the fight.