Combining lyricism and narrative poetry, (laughter) touches the heart of the heart — which the light of our ordinary days tries — with its exhausted efforts in broken down cars and jobless afternoons — to penetrate, and that finally overcomes the nameless loss, desire and confusion that dogs so many of our hours turning into night.
A spectrum of voices is heard in barrooms and streets, in bedrooms, and on the sun-stained grasses we walk though and lie in, drawing out the landscape of human needs, connecting what must break free with what is unknown, and then, untethered, laughing at its absurdity.