A short film made in the dying days of december as the moist earth carries rivers of muddy water through innumerable mini waterways to the sea. I hook a bright orange extension cord through a broken window, greasy hands fumble with products of late modernist technology under a single bare bulb. The rise and fall of the world of things. I plant textures in platonic solids and await the rise of the sealevels and the final goodbye to this mossy rock. Eventually.