In ‘Sight,’ a haunting new short by Eran May-Raz and Daniel Lazo, we catch glimpse of a world seemingly not unlike our own. Created as a grad project for Bezalel Academy of Arts and Design in Jerusalem, the film depicts a future where people have retinal implants that digitize the world before them. Suddenly everything is in “app” form, from cutting vegetables to picking an outfit for a date—people are coached through their activities and awarded points for the tasks they accomplish correctly. Without giving anything away, as the film progresses the more twisted and distorted this new reality becomes.
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…I whispered something in her ear, she stirred, her eyes still closed, she moved around, reaching for my hand, clasping it she held on tight. Her fingers interlocking with mine, as she whispered. Just fall asleep with me…
I didn’t leave the house at all that month. I was confined to the house, unable to walk for sustained periods without difficulty, as well as avoiding all motorised travel unless absolute necessary, apparently trigger memories were common, triggered by the smallest signals; travelling by car could send me into a state of shock.
I suppose it helped in a way, before the accident I had been placed under a lot of stress at work. Mel had moved in, temporarily or permanently we hadn’t decided, then again, we hadn’t really spoken about it.
I listened to her breathing, seeing her chest rise and fall in time with a light breeze as it passed through the room, the curtains following suit, drifting slowly to the ebb and flow of air. The light of the moon was shining through, creating a soft light to the room casting shadows in which created a peaceful atmosphere. I hadn’t been sleeping well during the night; to be expected apparently, but even so, I didn’t mind.
I pulled her hair back behind her ears, as she breathed a heavy sigh, rolling over closer to me, her arms reaching for mine in a half daze. She was still asleep but pulling me closer, I smiled as I wrapped my arms around her, her head sinking into the center of my chest. Hair splaying around her, shimmering in the light as the moonlight bounced around the moon.
Kissing her on the forehead, I settle down, shutting my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep, the clock on the dresser by the door flickering it’s neon green numbers: 3:04 am.
My body sinks into the mattress, my mind wandering, drifting away from my brain. Feeling skin brushing against my face, lips touching mine softly.
I open my eyes, blinking for a little bit, adjusting to the darkness, seeing hers glinting into mine. She opened her mouth to whisper three simple words.
I love you.
She took a long drag of a cigarette, leaning against the balcony railing, as one might do in cliché style in popular movies. The hot evening stars glimmering in her amazingly blue eyes.
Her hair floating in the air as a small breeze passed us by. Smoke trails wafting, circling into the sky above, disappearing into nothing.
I stood upwind of her as to avoid the smoke, i couldn’t stand the smell of it, and she knew it. She butted the cigarette against the railing, throwing it into the small bin behind her, smiling as it went in.
But it was a short lived, and grim smile. “You know i can’t keep doing this James, i can’t keep doing this, living this lie.”
A lie she indeed lived, a face shrouded in mystery to society, like fog against the pale white full moon on a cold autumn evening.
“I have to leave you James, i have dreams aspirations, i want to travel the world, i’m not ready for a full time boyfriend like yourself, yes, what we had it was fun, enjoyable. But not for me”.
She walked inside from the balcony, turning to the bar i had in my living room covered in photographs, shot glasses, tokens from my adventures.
She waved across the souvenirs whilst pouring a whisky for her and myself, “You’ve had what i want, i need to do this.”
Tears started filling the bottom of her eyes, this was it. The end, we had been together unofficially for four months, with no strings attached…
But the strings which weren’t meant to form, had..
They were about to be severed.
“I have to do it this way, otherwise i’m just going to hurt you, i have to go.”
Pecking me on the cheek and pulling me close, i was shocked, this was how she would leave me, i held her back, my face buried in her auburn hair, her lovely smelling hair.
And with that she walked out of my lounge door and my life forever, remaining only in my memories…
I moved to the balcony watching her leave my apartment,and so she joined the path to destiny, fate pathing the way for her, to her dreams.
Staring at her long, pale legs, muscular & toned, yet not so much that it is unappealing.
Cute little freckles lining along the curve of her calf, different to any i had seen before, there was something different about her i thought to myself as i looked out the window as the world rushed by.
The train clattering as it always did over the wooden bollards and rails. The sky was an unusual colour today. I looked closer, seeing all the people at a local park, kids, laughing, happy unaware of the world and its troubles.
In a blink, the train picking up pace now, unable to discern between the details on the outside, the only features visible was the sky and its constant unusual colouration.
I looked back to her, she was engrossed in a book. I was unable to read the title, wondering i edged closely, but subtly enough not to look nosy.
She noticed, one eyebrow perched higher than the other. smile forming around the edge of her lips. Her rosy cheeks filling with blood.
“Can i ask what you’re staring at?” she said, her amusement going.
I blushed feverishly, moving back hurriedly hitting my head on the wall behind me. She giggled nervously.
I sighed, she looked at me expectantly for an answer.
Thinking what to say next my mind starts racing, almost as quickly as the train.
She laughed and moved closer, clearly i was taking too long. She kissed me.
Wait, what? I hadn’t expected this!
A hand across my hip against my waist pocket and a kiss once more, the train slowing down to a halt. She pulled away, smiled and grabbed her bag and left.
Now i was confused.
I felt a bulge in my pocket as i raced to the door. That wasn’t there before.
A card with her number written across it.
I sat down, looking out the window once again. To see her long, freckled legs walk down the station stairs.
I wake up, sweat pouring off my head, my hands clammy, my body covered in goosebumps.
Rain pouring against the windows, belting like liquid pebbles.
A flash of lighting. A face at the window…I’m still dreaming….
Running, pathways, choices, where to go…
Trouble on every corner.
Panic, nerves raw, eyes moving rapidly, decisions, decisions.
Where to go, there they are, the chase. What do they want from me?
Why do they not hear my cries? My yelling, my screams?
I run, but go nowhere, i see them wherever i turn. A maze of alleyways and streets, where to go? Where to escape?
To escape from this reality?
Why won’t someone save me?
A shudder, the world shakes, flashes of bright lights, constriction, i can’t move, can’t do anything.
Eyes opening, being held by my girlfriend, kissing my lips gently to wake me up, oh so blissful. Soothingly says “it’s okay, i’m here” pulling me closer…
Flicking the light off, I roll over, holding her closely. She falls back to sleep.
Just a dream…
Whispered into my ear. We’re waiting…