In the dim light of a cell, watching a choreographer and a dancer at work, I witness the birth of something. Is it a gesture? An image? A body? Years later, on a hard drive, I rediscover the opacity of that stone in a digital image, and later that same day, I find a 16mm reel in my basement containing a shot I had forgotten I had filmed. A montage comes to mind, but that “connection” is actually a caesura between two materialities: a body unfolding in space and an image being read in time. On this crest, between two seas, the waves of song reach us in bursts: since the film is projected digitally, we’ll say it’s a children’s song for learning to count beyond one. It’s not certain we’ll succeed.