A. Laurel Lawrence

Sydney is a directionless 32-year-old living with his overworked mother in a rental home marked for demolition. After a string of small humiliations, he stumbles upon a broken TV left on the curb and decides to sell it online.

Polish land taking in the Jewish dead. Beneath the streets of Warsaw, under the garden of the Embassy of the People’s Republic of China, are the lost writings of The Ash Kodesh (the holy fire), Rabbi Klonimus Kalmish Szapiro, a Chassidic master who was imprisoned in the Warsaw Ghetto. His lost aphorisms float through the hallowed trees and shadow architectures that sheltered jewish fugitives during the Shoah. In the forests, unmarked graves await commemoration; through glitch and balagan we are pulled into subterranean landscapes that emerge as fragmented archives of silence.

A celestial being probes gaping wormholes on quest toward carnal pleasure and cosmic annihilation

"as the blood falls, i ask who it belongs to; is it mine, as it seeps from my body, or yours?"

a queer fantasia; a murmured prayer; two bodies entangled beyond language beyond gender become dirt become holy become meat become love

After their friend and roommate abruptly moves out, microbiology student Darcy becomes mesmerized by a telescope left behind. Moving between details too small to see and a cosmos too large to understand, an absence still remains.

In the last gentle breaths of bacchanale, two lovers are told the tale of the great god Pan’s violent pursuit of the forest nymph Syrinx. The film refracts the myth through layers of song, identity, and performance: at once a ballet, a trans fantasia, and an exploration of love and power.

I wept, and thought I turned towards you to weep / But you were gone