A VIEW BEHIND A CAMERA

Focus. Flashlight. Snapshot. Life treats us unkind, we all suffer from no might, there's no escape... no, there's not.

Hiding and seeking, playing games when we were young, showing each other tongues; When our eyes should be shut, we were peeking.

When we should be peeking, our eyes are now shut, our tongues have changed into fingers, that magical feeling that lingers is gone with lots of hiding, yet no seeking. Cut.