To fondle nothing

Charles Bukowski meets Lewis Carroll in this direct-address rendering of a work of rhymed and metered, borderline-nonsense verse. The film is a droll, yet doggedly whimsical, exploration of the philosophical impulse, set among a household’s menagerie of animal figurines, stuffed, carved or otherwise, and further embellished by select artifacts of pandemicana.

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