Jakkarin Panakorn

Butler, a body disposal, begins his first job by cleaning up the remains of two victims of The Killer. However, he later discovers that one of the bodies is still alive.

On a quiet night in the library, a young librarian prepares to head home alone, until something lurking in the shadows begins to creep closer.

Fragments of a contemplative essay film drifting between memory and dream. I see an old man haunted by an elusive voice, and a fading childhood quietly watching over him, in a space where prolonged sleep blurs the boundary of what is real. This is a story written from elsewhere a place where I listen, observe, and record his story, in an attempt to weave together images of family, and the quiet violence of growing up.

The woman was fixing her car and trying to start it when she heard a loud thud behind her. She turns around and sees a man show up behind her car, his shirt stained with blood and a gun in his hand.

Min, a college student, who was sitting in his room doing his thesis when his roommate P came in and asked Min to take pictures of ghosts for his thesis. This story took place where a woman had committed suicide, and Min was asked for help because he is not afraid of ghosts.

A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and longing.