A face rests on white bedding in overexposed calm, sleep photographed at the brightness of memory.

Iron girders cross a sleeping face — the bridge and the dreamer superimposed until they trade places.

A field of unbroken red: the film pausing on a single colour as if on a held breath.

A field of unbroken blue — colour without incident, the screen keeping its own counsel.

A grey rectangle of near-nothing, the image withdrawn to let the light itself testify.

A bearded man in a long coat advances down an avenue of trees, arriving at the pace of dusk.

An archival crowd gathers at the water as a beacon flares — spectators to a brightness now nameless.

Two men embrace in borrowed footage, their affection outliving the film that recorded it.

A blonde woman in pink lowers her gaze, a commercial’s confection curdling into portrait.

Machines, a white-coated worker, and a woman’s inset face — industry dreaming of its operator.