This was initially an archive of the horror I felt entering a dating app after four years, walking out backwards. It wasn't an impulse to date, more a peeking over the door. Like sitting on the fire-escape, looking into a room with the lights on across the way.
I ended up borrowing a camera around the same time, wanted to film the people getting married around City Hall, a ten-minute walk from our flat. It's a funny impulse, a few months after a breakup, trying to zoom into commitment. Thinking about - disembodied voices, being interviewed by an app, answering to an audience of people you don't know the shape of. I spent weeks walking around the neighbourhood listening to indulgent music, bailed out by the blessing of coming home to friends I love - joy of familiarity, lovely warmth of the flat, beautiful reality. I don't know if I'd call it an archive of horror anymore - stranger emotion I think - tried to capture that mood. Maybe you can describe it to me instead. I show you, you tell me.