The pines of my youth
Have lost their lower limbs
And stand now like arrows
Pointing
At a setting moon.

Visiting my familial home, I noticed that the pines had become absurdly tall shafts, topped by Christmas tree like arrow heads... I made this film as my sleep was interrupted by the light of the moon and the dark of the dawn. They are like 4am documents of restless nostalgia and confusion...

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