Women swallows leaves that all falling down from trees in the autumn. It creates a dialogue of creatures existing and having actual party in her belly. They decide to send a letter to ground, specifying when exactly they gonna come back this year. Psychopaths with the tablets in their mouths. Together we are sending a message, to the other site of a room. Not arriving there though.
She is going to cook a soup. Stock from film-coat.
Works on improvisation solo, film editing and other mental issues are on my mind. And oh, I forgot to add I'm moving to London.