And another thing I loved was the liminal shots in ‘the real world.’ The way the store was always empty, the way Mary’s house as a kid replicated the stacks of furniture. The empty streets. The foothills with no mountains that seem super-imposed into the shots. The unreal clouds that appear in the backrooms too. It gives this feeling of uncertainty, was there ever a real world? Is there anything, really, to go back to? Are we all already trapped in this cyclical labyrinth??













