Roland Barthes

Embarrassed and almost guilty because sometimes I feel that my mourning is merely a susceptibility to emotion. But all my life haven't I been just that: moved?

The Somewhat Sad and Curious Evolution of Mitch Kramer

8 years on, he has left the sunny landscape of his hometown behind and the bunch of his youthfully naive and energetic freshman friends. Then on the doorstep of adulthood, full of hope and quiet joy, ready and itching for life's surprises, now we find him traversing an oneiric landscape, eager to understand life's myriad mysteries and the secret of existence. A hint of sadness accompanies him in this odyssey to enlightenment. There is a mellower sunlight and the nights are wrapped in a veil of mystery and hallucination. Under this surreal firmament and among objects dancing, wavy and shifting, he meets people, all strangers, shadowy, flickering- ephemeral phantoms who inhabit this dream valley like the blue vault of the ocean.

Who are these people he meets? What is this city? What happened to his sister, his friends, his parents? What happened him these years?...Why cant he escape his dreams? When will he wake up? what is this Hades of a city anyway? Is he Not alive? Why is the sunlight so unworldly mellow? Is it the other world? Is he paying us a visit from the beyond? This chain of dreams, will it never get broken? Trapped, forever, in dreams. The soaky darkness of the roots. Quietly falling, over the plateau.