This film gives shape to rumination: the kind that loops around pivotal memories until they blur. These are moments that changed everything, yet in revisiting them, they fracture. With each return, certainty fades. Did it really happen this way, or have I rewritten it in my mind?

Across the screen, versions of myself dancing, hopping, reaching, and searching multiply. Their layered movements create a visual echo of feeling washing over oneself. The sound builds in parallel: a two-second street recording, stacks into an urgent hum. What was once clear transforms into a haunting and abstract presence.