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A phantasmagoric vision of a new genesis.

A pervert's cause to turn aside or away from what is bad or false or morally wrong

Long time ago, when people observed, there lived a doctor who was four hundred and forty-three years old, yet deeply disappointed with the shape of his nose. While attempting some alchemical solution for it, he noticed the head of his Buddha statue was missing, where did it go?

A lost six year old boy wanders into a strange, liminal place while searching for his parents. Inside, he finds a forty four year old woman watching TV in the dim glow of the screen. He asks if she has seen an old man carrying a husband and wife. She says an old man was just there, he stole her makeup kit and disappeared. Realizing it might be the same man, the two set out together to find him.

A lost six year old boy wanders into a strange, liminal place while searching for his parents. Inside, he finds a forty four year old woman watching TV in the dim glow of the screen. He asks if she has seen an old man carrying a husband and wife. She says an old man was just there, he stole her makeup kit and disappeared. Realizing it might be the same man, the two set out together to find him.

A phantasmagoric vision of a new genesis.

life is absurd. no one loves each other, no one seems to know what that is, conflict between myriad ideological nonsense only remains. yet one craves this, another that, the same fire, different forms. why? is the question. can humans ever realise that they themselves are an incomprehensible tangle like this film? and in that realization, pause to look within and ask: "what is this I"

Long time ago, when people observed, there lived a doctor who was four hundred and forty-three years old, yet deeply disappointed with the shape of his nose. While attempting some alchemical solution for it, he noticed the head of his Buddha statue was missing, where did it go?

Long time ago, when people observed, there lived a doctor who was four hundred and forty-three years old, yet deeply disappointed with the shape of his nose. While attempting some alchemical solution for it, he noticed the head of his Buddha statue was missing, where did it go?

life is absurd. no one loves each other, no one seems to know what that is, conflict between myriad ideological nonsense only remains. yet one craves this, another that, the same fire, different forms. why? is the question. can humans ever realise that they themselves are an incomprehensible tangle like this film? and in that realization, pause to look within and ask: "what is this I"

A phantasmagoric vision of a new genesis.