Watching the grains of the film dance to remind us all mountains are merely collections of enough grains of dirt, rock — that if you pulverized them, they would leave only meaningless dust.
Bristling particle dust edges sifting through chunky solid blocks of antimatter. Halos fade, silhouettes linger.
I’d hesitate to call this work relaxing, what with the constant threat that things will become more hectic and assault the senses, but relative to Saïto’s best known works ('Engram' & 'Trees'), it’s certainly a lot more languid in speed, though no less vibrant.