This film competed in
Women's Film Challenge Semi-Finalists
It is easy to get lost, to lose sight of oneself and wander. One has to feel her way around, wading through thought and sensation. Is the second self a trusted friend or an altered state? Whether the view is intimate, obstructed or distant, the armature is evident, coiling around itself as she slips in and out of view. Is there a way out or in? Which one is the true self?