Leah Singer
4:09 min.

A woman and child embark on a drive through the countryside. A bluesy soundtrack is heard on the radio but the conversation is mute. A voice over recites words and phrases throughout as if thinking aloud about the stream of the day — the history of the world unfolding during a short journey. he text, Navel Milk Prison, comes from a poem by Lee Ranaldo that he wrote from culled spam emails.