Anodetocinemaasasensation.Atrainthundersthroughatunnel,seagullsscreechabovethewater.Anemptystation,ableakharbourandtwolonelysoulsinagreytown.He’saneng

An ode to cinema as a sensation. A train thunders through a tunnel, seagulls screech above the water. An empty station, a bleak harbour and two lonely