An old fisherman sits inside a fish tank. The fish are outside looking in. His grandson sells cigarettes made of compressed dreams. A woman reads scars instead of palms. The leaf becomes a key. The key opens the glass. We never left. We just kept dreaming we were outside. Foam rises. Foam falls. Thank you is the only prayer that works.00:00 Fisherman06:06 Ta!#glitchcinema #foam #deepwaters #ic7ziart