A lone woman in a domestic environment tumbles, slowly and in seemingly infinite variations, to the floor. Lit only by a series of still-camera flashes, she spends most of her onscreen time invisible, occupying a void of lightlessness. She is accompanied only by the sounds she makes as she steps and leans on wooden furniture. In the gaps between images we echo her own crumbling; it is a disintegration of waiting, locked within a domestic failure. Drawing on the war-bride as archetype, this experimental short romanticizes not only the present lover but the absent loved; the soldier's transitory nature is implied by his absence as the blitz of attention progresses, and his continued non-presence is proof of his eventual non-being.
—Anonymous