A man sits in monochrome half-light while a single streak of light crosses the glass beside him.

A face with spectacles drifts out of focus until seeing itself becomes the film’s subject.

Before red curtains a silhouetted head keeps vigil over a small burning light.

A hooded figure stands at amber curtains, robed in the light like an anonymous monk.

A massive silhouette faces a furnace of orange — the body as a door into the heat.

At a table of half-finished drinks a bearded man waits, the curtain behind him made of light.

A tower block dissolves into the static that broadcasts it, window by window.

In a yellowed courtyard one figure stands tethered and one sits enthroned, conducting an unnamed ceremony.

Branches smear across a field of noise, trees passing like handwriting that cannot settle.

On a fog-blue rooftop a man works at his trolley of obscure provisions, performing the day’s quiet ritual.