Description

Her days are strangely orderly: a repetition of dinners, personal grooming, museum exhibitions, sex, Duane Reades (where she goes to buy sushi), gallery shows, heroin, and art films. She finds the pattern confirming, but does she really believe its sustainable? Or do the barely discernible rifts suggest a pattern within the pattern, a larger scheme shes not showing us, a truth that wont be revealed until we can see everything?