Don’t know why but seeing that briefcase alone in that parking garage with the flickering lights there’s just something scary about it.

every day more liminal

That suitcase is mine.

The image provokes thoughts of the owner of the suitcase: absence, abandonment, forgetfulness. Thoughtful cello soundtrack, though I imagine also the hum of the faulty fluorescent light.

It's a simple scene, but there's something eerie and threatening about it. Like it's not what is seems to be.