Panda Chef vs. the sinking suspicion that none of this is actually real by eliza gelinas

While looking at a board of old polaroid photos, Panda Chef begins to dissociate and lose grip on reality. They feel as though they are perpetually falling, spiraling, floating, in an endless abyss, even when surrounded by the things they love. The scene cuts abruptly to a shot of them peppering a pot of soup in slow motion, an out of body experience. Questions of identity swirl and haunt as the only text repeated by my disembodied voice are “Panda Chef”; unedited, time stretched and reversed. The beat samples kitchen utensils and appliances to juxtapose lucidity with the disorienting liminal space.