This image breaks in several places. Behind him, someone is calling smiles into his camera. The transformation ceases. Caverns open in the hardness while rivulets flow into them. Dazzling blank spaces break out and then break.
Surfaces seem to merge under speedy water.
Voices bunch together and grow thorns we trip on. Voices regulate themselves and march multi-legged. Film runs in and out of sprockets, tearing and catching itself, projecting, another film than the one expected and the one filmed. Film as film, mutters the technician, sneering, as he joins broken sections and there is little hope that anything will have changed - except this copy of the film. He winds it backwards but the thing is tumbled in its reel.