The Delaware Project

The girl looks miserable. All the time.

The girl looks odd, with protruding lips and gulls’ eggs eyes. She drives. She’s always on her way. Somewhere.

She’s on her way to the doctor. Different doctors. Does she suffer from an eye disease?

“Point to where the lump is.”

Dialogue is barren, like the landscape. Why is the girl so depressed? Why is the film being made?

It’s a mystery. And, contrary to convention, you never find out what’s going on.

The mystery is the girl.