Boston Underground Film Festival 2009

It is an ordinary day in an old classroom on the Pacific coast. Seven years old, Viola tries to grow up.She feels like a giant, a tiny giant.Lumbering. Isolated.She wonders if there are others like her.She makes her way, and her first steps wobble like new shoots in the spring rain.On too small shoes, teetering. Harlequins somersaulting on the wings of moths,Disturbing the dust in the empty audience seats,Through invisible boxes and costumes and acrobats in knots,On a stumble on slippery moss at the 4 o'clock bus stop.A thousand, thousand people on paths that never touch.Until she meets another giant....