Disintegrate

It sounds like a scorching diary - not the kind kept in a drawer, but the kind charred by the wind of confessions. The words are fragile, like old photographs, and at the same time delicate, like a note forgotten in a pocket. It's all about the eternal habit of ‘doing everything for the sake of,’ down to the last crumb of yourself, until you dissolve into someone else's breath.

The music seems to hold your hand and quietly ask, ‘Are you still here?’ while the background guitar sparks and voice break into pieces like ashes. It's not a tragedy - rather, it's the warm, fragile beauty of self-sacrifice that shines even in the moment of complete disintegration.

Director and editor: Sarah Oglesby

Cinematographer and colour correction: Oscar Hart

Cinematographer: Chris Bromley

Choreography: Lana Lord

Dance to the music of the radio station

Production company: Sodium Films

Thanks to St Edmund's Hall in Roundhay