Brooklyn, New York. An agreement between filmmaker and protagonist. A constant negotiation of distance and proximity. Messages and notes on the handlebar, meetings at the library, and shared car rides through the cityscape. Marc Thompson speaks about inevitabilities in a racist system. About the function of prison walls in keeping structural violence out of sight. About the stigma of homelessness, shame about the past, and the (re-)writing of one’s own history. He shares observations, prosaic moments, and fragments of memory and trauma. Routines and disruptions – rituals at the gym, at the laundromat, auto repairs, a short stay in hospital. A longing is articulated, for connection, for participation, for movement – for life. Clear, calm, and tense, in the midst of a loud and fast city. (dca)