A short film set within an aging self-service carwash — tracing the deterioration of texture, memory, and touch.
Guided by Tanizaki's reflection on modernity as a cure for darkness, the film visualises the quiet violence of cleansing rituals: foam lingers briefly as a fragile veil before being wiped away by fluorescent light. In this space, preservation becomes indistinguishable from disappearance. Art direction across atmosphere, composition, pacing, and sound.