Elijah Lajmer

A running out of future that grapples for its past. Like the folds of a blackhole, I wanted something guttural and familiar and as structurally unsound as life.

Chilling as the stuff of existential tragedy. Ex-lover Alex becomes a mini drone, the new lover is a stuntman; Timur can’t escape his mother and his drug problem, nor can Nicole her father’s ashes. An urban indie chamber drama with delicate synth sounds.