Vinícius Barros

Cellphones have become an extension of the human being. They store memories, commitments and secrets. Some might say that the energy swap with said object goes beyond our material plane of existence.

When a con man on the run gets mistaken for a poor church's visiting priest, he is tapped to lead the parish in a grand caroling for the holiday season.

Look around. Everything you see and touch can taste like vanilla.

The world ends tomorrow, nothing has changed around here.