Mother Warehouse

Deep in the hole, drowning in a runaway heroin funk, Randy sifts through the myriad pieces of his young, broken life. Zoey and Sarah are up there somewhere - mother and daughter waiting, coaxing, believing he may one day yet return. And the warehouse, where hope began and ended, where life first discovered meaning and meaning came face to face with the illusion of its own allure. And the family, squatters all, drawn together in the foam, in the swirl of bits and pieces left behind on the wake of Modern Progress. "Nothing ever changes... but perspective." Randy wavers. Zoey stands. Sarah sleeps. The family reels. And the warehouse, vacant and reflective, merely is...