I Woke Up in the Morning

Moving from total silence in the populous cityscape of Boston to a poem read over the emptiness of the Chihuahuan Desert, the structure of this film mirrors its narrated themes. It is a meditation on how our capacity for reflection is always at odds with the time and space we find ourselves in. We are further from the people and feelings we wish to be closer to; more able to articulate our longing for them when we least expect it, and often when it is too late.