A couple tries to keep their sanity in a post modern dystopian reality.
Based on a short film written by C. E. Santana and directed by Armand Zentil:
C. E. Santana
In between her legs, as she squeezed her thighs to my ears, I swore I could hear the ocean. At least, it sounded like how I remembered the ocean. Everything I heard or smelled or felt reminded me of something that was. I used to hate being nostalgic. I used to think dwelling on something, regardless of how fondly you reminisce, was a waste of time.