A cremated fishing boat dreams in fragments, deep-sea creatures moving through village alleys, a girl's cry bleeding into drum sounds, nets that feel like they're pulling at you. The animation doesn't explain itself; it accumulates like water damage, each image arriving and retreating without warning. This is a film that treats the viewer like an intruder in something sacred, asking nothing of you except the willingness to sit in the dark and let it work.
A fishing village burns a scrapped boat. Aging fishing boats close to their end dream in drifting images: deep-sea fish swimming through village alleys, fishermen hauling in their nets, the weeping ghost of a young girl. The pictures rise and fall away like surf on a beach, pulling the viewer into a waking dream. The short psychological film favors poetic imagery over conventional story, and it earned international praise beginning at the Oberhausen short film festival.
