Starts with what looks like a nice swirl of on-celluloid scratching or painting, and quickly resolves into an extreme close-up of what might be little beads, all over and shifting. They kind of look similar. There’s the big question: two dimensions, or the illusion/reality of depth? Things, things represented, or abstraction? The carousel lights at night look similarly betwixt, and the flecks on the aged film even add an unexpected or unanticipated element to the conversation. And, at the end, a naked torso. Dada boys will be dada boys! That torso, mind you, is wonderfully abstracted by the light patterns that are applied to it.