Sutradara : Abyn Reabe
We're all dragging around the corpse of our memory
A nameless narrator traverses a lonely city. Distant airplanes pass overhead. The shadows of his former self haunt him in the form of specters as he recollects his sordid past. Reflecting on the brutality of banality, he sells his memories to these other-worldly cashiers that seem to inhabit the world around him.
