Criminal Weather

It's hot. Brutally hot, an extraordinary 120 degrees Farenheit and the wind is blowing. There's a distinct hum. Extreme conditions. No roads. No tracks. The invisible wind carrying almost imperceptible sounds nearer. Swallowed by an airy hiss, she began to melt into the blank, white. This place was becoming an incubator for madness. Her blood pulsing with each breath. Coaxing herself further... Her memory was all she had and now she wanted it back. Her throat felt rough.

Two ear splitting shots rang out. No one had heard a thing. The frosted glass mechanism. Self preservation. You pretend nothing has happened. This is the perfect place for murder. Where the nights can last for days. Murder first hand. She knew, she knew, the killer, herself. She speaks out loud in his voice as she tried to breathe helium into her lungs.

"You look like death."

She spoke with a hatchet.

"And you know do you?"

She woke up to the pain in her gut that seemed to contribute to the dream she was having. There was a lot of blood. It was beautiful. She touched it and it squigged in. Sticky vines began growing toward her thighs. Blood covers her. Blood colors her. She was hampered in the moment by murky forces. She imagined she was lying in an infamous position. Legs apart. Motive had blown in on the sand.

The sun in the distance fell dully on the back of her retina.
"My shadow is darker than other peoples'."

Log Line

Criminal Weather is a contemporary crime drama whose main character has been disappeared. Each episode begins with a chaotic weather system. The main character appears – is plagued by a series of absent seizures and becomes absorbed mysteriously back into the personality of each location. A huge variety of metaphorphoses takes place: from human to object, constellation to animal; from animal and fungus to human; of sex; and of colour. Narrated from the point of view of an unseen "witness".