ABOUT

Dex Hannon’s animation picks up that thread. The film begins with the impression of something being constructed, structures form and flicker into coherence. But this fragile sense of order slowly begins to fragment. The animation becomes increasingly abstract, its visuals dissolving into itchy, chaotic decay and repetition. It’s a hypnotic collapse, echoing the trajectory of addiction not through narrative cliché but through rhythm, texture, and mood. There’s a sense of unravelling without spectacle. No moral, no message. Just a fall rendered in motion.