There is a peculiar kind of movement that belongs only to the night. It reveals itself in headlights cutting through rain-soaked streets, in trains rattling beneath sleeping cities, in bodies slipping between dance floors and sidewalks long after midnight.
To dream is to hover between presence and absence, to drift into the liminal space where the body is neither fully there nor fully gone.
Self-care carries with it a particular tension: the quiet promise of repair and the creeping sense of ritual. The Cult, the new short film from Montreal-based directing duo LM Chabot, sits entirely inside that space.