This is my favorite *photographed* Brakhage film, for what it's worth. He manages to reach a distinct, hazy, wondrous poetry to seeing a city and certain suburban areas in perpetual night time. The sounds are dischordant and yet it all feels of a piece, like we're supposed to be receiving a morse code from another dinensiom that we may never configure.
The editing can also get under your skin if you let it; at times all one might see are rocks or ocean waves, and yet that seems organic to this all too. Im not sure what the title refers to, but Im glad Brakhage made this particular film. It's not as mind blowing as For Marilyn ir Dog Star Man, but it gets at something that is at once hard to describe and yet it has the weight of art because anyone can read into it as they may (for me... Aliens, dude, they're here).