Hugo

An ode to film. An ode to love. An ode to art. An ode to legacy, mechanics, memory and history. A dissection of grief and its innate humanness. An analysis on how the flesh is not very different from the machine and how the machine is not very different from the flesh. A hand held out in solidarity of the human condition and how all we really want to do is dream and create, what that means and how very lonely it is.  “To kill our dream life would be to kill ourselves, to mutilate our soul. Dreaming is the one thing we have that's really ours, invulnerably and inalterably ours.”-Fernando Pessoa  "But once in a while the odd thing happens, Once in a while the dream comes true, And the whole pattern of life is altered, Once in a while the moon turns blue." -W.H Auden