'In Frame' - Queen Mob's Teahouse

It starts with a single shoe on the side of the highway. Tall trees behind the guardrail and some evocative litter. Now: zoom out to the empty road, sky that kind of cloudy that hurts your eyes. Then just when people wanna crank the volume—check if there’s any sound, a single car whooshes past, roars down the road, fades to a whine. Doppler effect. In the car’s wake, a hot chips bag stirs and settles. Dead silence. Single shoe still in frame; maybe it’s a baby shoe.

That’s how my movie opens. That’s what I play in my head while I fall asleep, on a loop that smooshes into my dreams.

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