I was alone in my studio with a television and an old VHS camcorder. Seeking to make something...from nothing. A circle appeared on the screen. I shot it, and it shot itself, and itself, and itself, and itself...into a maze. It was moving, breathing, living.

We track it, get lost in it, try to unravel it. We remember drawing mazes as children. We stare. We stare. We stare. We gaze at a moment, frozen. We find our way out, or not.