In this first encounter with film, I was seduced by its presence -- tangible, dancing with particles, fragmented and reconfigured on a reel. The spliced shots, if cut by an amateur hand, leave gaps and fissures -- a jumble of moments in new rhythm. They form a topography strung out, visible in motion, spinning before light. To voice this experience with 16mm, I turned to fragments of a different sort. Echoing a documentary practice, I extracted bits from books I was reading at the time, rearranging them into a script. In their new form, disjointed from their original contexts and made linear by my narration, the words of Baudrillard, Calvino, Dillon and Flusser speak to the images and the filmmaking process.