At the heart of this cinematic ode lies the director’s biographical journey—a deeply personal exploration of identity, childhood, death, and exile through the eyes of a puppeteer, a mother, a boy, a farmer, and a city. Across fifteen years spent in exile, the director finds himself suspended between worlds, neither rooted nor free, wholly here nor there. It is as if an unseen hand perpetually pulls the earth from beneath his feet, casting him into a ceaseless spiral of elusive matter, always beyond his grasp, teetering on the precipice of madness. The essay does not aim to distinguish reality from image, world from screen, or the tangible from the elusive. Instead, it remains faithful to the kind of experience cinema evokes: the sense of a life beyond or between oneself and others, unravelling in a world that is already cinema.