In tribute to a friend whom disease locked in himself, these dreamlike visions of coma are an invitation to turn to the intimacy of our internal emotional troubles. Motion here is psychological just as much as it is physical. The tiny spreading of concentric spots is a fundamentally organic phenomenon. They grow, mingle and become troubled, until they draw a neural network and sketch a consciousness: the somewhat uncertain one the mind has of itself and of the body. Coma navigates between the suffering of obsession and the blossoming of the dream.