One of the struggles of being a writer/director is knowing whether an idea for a film is worth investing the time, money and energy to produce. This insecurity typically leads to a constant shuffle of projects, never quite committing to a single one, and ultimately never making anything. After months of excuses, I realized I needed one thing: a deadline.

Ought themes of solitude and isolation to the surface. And once I had locked-in the antique shop we’d be shooting in, I began to form the story around the environment, playing off various objects found throughout the shop.