Assembled at varying time-speeds and frame rates, transitory states of time and space that straddle between liminal space are caught.

Without direction, without purpose. The end of the known leads to the unfamiliar. Have we become so conditioned by the confines that we have set for ourselves, that when the same confines are removed, we feel totally at lost? We clamour for a sense of security. Willing to shackle ourselves, craving normalcy – a willing cage – within which, we may feel protected.