A shape-shifting work that feels exact and deliberate, but one that invites you along in a process of conjuring and peering, to discern. It begins by musing on darkness and fog before hinting at the arrival of light through a dawn chorus. In a choreography of cinematic revealings we watch slow horizontal pans, barely flickering archival photographs and white text against a black background slowly turning grey, provisional. The film probes acts of seeing mediated through the bodies of film strip and memory, or the falsification of memory. While fog drifts porously between weather and metaphor; for mood, and a weapon of the military complex. The credits disclose multiple sources – fragments from music video, archival materials, literary and academic texts – a surprising continuum rendered as haunting sonorous drift. (Ilinca Vânău)