An attempt to respond to three things: 1) my daily life working, living in, and escaping from San Francisco, 2) montage, gesture, and technique in DEAD END DEAD END, a film by Daniel Barnett, and 3) cynicism that could remove one from constructive life. The montage of fine resonances and ecstatic rhythms suggests stories without elaborating a plot idea; this was the formal inspiration from Japanese haikai, or "linked poetry."
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