I find letting home movies go, either by inheritance or being sold to be strange. For a lot of these people this is the only recording of something that, at the time, they wished to remember. Memory is a fragile thing, and film is as well. With Super 8, before and after recording, elements will distort, light leak, and scratch away the image thereby fragmenting an aspect of reality. Throughout this video; footage is distorted, overlaid, and repeated. A dance with a partner becomes indeterminate from an adolescent memory with your brother, voices echo and click, without much clarity you see and hear the voice of a child, but can’t make out any discernible features or words. The context is lost, but the emotions remain, memories fade but create textures with new meaning until these distortions ultimately erode.