What is the nature of Cinema? Is it merely the illusion of motion, of one image flashing on the retina, only to be replaced by another, and another, and another… Strange, isn’t it? That you would look for truth in those flashes of light? But, your memory is blurred and unreliable, and your parents have been keeping secrets from you, and their parents from them. So really, you have no discernible history. There is no story. You are a traveller. Naked and alone. The only realness is captured in a certain kind of flickering light. And behind that lies your final journey.