Three residents of a small Rust Belt town lead sad, interconnected lives full of social service intervention, foster care, romance, and hatred.

Three residents of a small Rust Belt town lead sad, interconnected lives full of social service intervention, foster care, romance, and hatred.

Three residents of a small Rust Belt town lead sad, interconnected lives full of social service intervention, foster care, romance, and hatred.

Three residents of a small Rust Belt town lead sad, interconnected lives full of social service intervention, foster care, romance, and hatred.

A dark story about love in a time of darkness that follows a psychiatric patient, the doctor who treats her, and the imagined inhabitants of a forgotten Cold War space station on a moon of Saturn.

A solitary man's mind, becomes a battlefield of overlapping images and voices. As he spends the day in his house doing an assortment of domestic jobs: cooking, eating, reading, writing and bathing, images of war and death enter the man's mind. The anonymity of life can haunt you if you think on it too much.

On a city street, a man rants about god, the devil and repentance. Nearby, people sit in a crowded restaurant. Detached from those around them, they eat, mumble and fantasize without any passion or engagement. A waitress apathetic recites the specials. Two men literally pass through each other near the toilets. These people have shelter and food, but they aren't alive. The restaurant almost becomes a security blanket, a place to hide from their crazy, mundane and trapped existence. The mad street preacher is a lone voice of conviction and delusion.

A house burns to the ground and the occupants perish. As the fire rages through the house, the family's efforts to escape are futile. Doors, walls, objects stand in the way. As the dying transform into spirits, the voices of the house resonate. Before they head to wherever it is spirits go, death decides to put on a nice little vaudeville show to cheer up the recently dead. Only in death do we truly silence ourselves.

In Pieter Bruegel's painting, "Landscape with the Fall of Icarus," the fall of the god, Icarus, passes unnoticed on earth. The farmers continue to work the land and the boats sail on. As William Carlos Williams later wrote in his poem of the same name, "a once mighty god becomes a little splash quite unnoticed." In Chris Sullivan's version, Icarus becomes Ray, an aging priest whose congregation is dwindling as fast as his sanity. As Ray's condition deteriorates, society fails to notice or care.