
We found the last whale, exactly where they said it would be, somewhere in the near future…

… it was dead, from a broken heart, and thrown on the shore by the restless, micro-plastic-filled sludge called ‘the sea’, itself, dead, and wanting nothing to do with living creatures, or their recently deceased carcasses…

… we were adrift in the temporal shift…

… in a place where the past and the future were colliding…

… forming new tensions…

… in the skein of time…

… we waited for the auto-recall.
Shot in fabulous Hangars Liquides (:






































