I'm a baby in a 1950s backyard, facing a box camera. I'm a sleepy child at the Darra "pictures", waking up to a film noir, watching a doomed man. My mind flickers from past to present, in memories and dreams. The man dies. Click! The photo is taken. I walk home from the "pictures", fast asleep.
Photography and animation are mixed with pieces of a 1950 film noir as a child sees Death all around.