When I returned to Bangkok from the US after the 1997 financial crisis, the first thing I noticed was that the dust had settled. The streets were clean and empty for the first time I could remember. Skeletons of unfinished buildings dotted the skyline. They stood like monuments to the glorious economic boom.
I wanted to make a film about these monuments. About monuments of youth and the journey home to a past that may or may not exist. How perspective shifts with time and how rooms that were once big can feel oppressively small. How feelings of love change over time and trying to recapture them turns into a futile exercise. How we build personal monuments only to discover that they have faded with time and are as empty as the abandoned skeletons in Bangkok.