In 2006 I went to Morocco to film some research footage for a documentary about Islamic mysticism. When I returned I discovered that one of the tapes from the same batch that I had bought in Malaga on my way down, had footage on it that I didn’t shoot myself. The footage was of a young couple, seeming to be photographers or artists and two children. The footage has haunted me ever since. I don’t know who these people are or what snippet of their lives I have come to witness. Slowly I have begun to imagine and to build a fiction inspired directly by the images and snapshots of the people in this footage.