"In the hope, that time did not pass, that it had not passed,
that I could walk beyond it, and that everything were as before, or,
more precisely, that all moments in time existed next to each other, or rather,
that nothing that history recounts were true, that the events have not occurred,
but happen just now, in the very moment that we think of it" —W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz

A layered tone poem of found images and woven soundscapes renders a shifting psychogram; a nomadic passage across spaces in and out of time.