An elderly gentleman attempts to retrieve forgotten memories while battling the progression and regression of the cycles of life.
A week prior to his passing, my grandfather shared with me his former aspirations of becoming a filmmaker. After numerous hardships, a narrow escape from the Nazis and an immigration to the US, the dream slowly, but surely, faded away. After his passing, I uncovered an archival trove of dust-covered 8mm film that had seemingly not been viewed by anyone for at least a generation. Mesmerized, what unfolded before me was something most people, myself included, have never witnessed before