Tha mi fhathast làn cionta chun an latha an-diugh fhèin
We often turn events in our lives into anecdotes and stories to gloss over their painful emotional undergrowth. On a winter's eve, a girl confessed her love to me. I did not know whether or not she had heard on the grapevine that I was queer, but I did not say anything to explain my rejection. I am racked with guilt to this very day. That never makes the story when I tell it. In this film, I attempt to explore this contrast using ascetically constrained formal means.