A cross-hatched fantasy about nocturnal furniture love.

A continuous zoom traverses the space of a breakfast table, serving as a grand metaphor for indigestion.

A recording of some music from Puccini's "La Bohème" plays over a speaker, inter-cut with shots of flowers and wood-fires.

Consisting solely of single individual words of (mainly) White Letters on a (mainly) Black screen with no sound. It is a featurette on the relationship of words and cinema. There is no SOUND, so the only sound you "hear" are one's own as you silently "read" them to yourself. Despite the fact that it is just a series of words, the film itself develops a "personality" of sorts. Prodding, cajoling, baffling and ultimately, toying with the viewer. A one of a kind experience.