Barrington Darius

Booker he returns to South Central L.A. after several years away. Confined to the interior of his car, he interacts with the people and places he once knew, floating between moments of nostalgia and the subtle realities of a subconscious search for identity. 

Booker is far from home but close to friends and mentors as he hosts an exuberant party, but when the noise of the party dies down and the last guests go home a listlessness returns to him. Only the next morning, while playing his trumpet, does he find his place in the stillness of the soft early light.

In the stillness of his yard, Booker watches the sky fill and empty with passing planes. As the world moves around him, he lingers, circling a memory whose edges blur with time.