The action of passing your hands over the surface of an old carpenter’s table elicits an aural response from audio speakers around the small room. A couple impart their bodily passion while other voices disclose mysterious dream-like events reminiscent of a cinematic suspense thriller. These voices mingle among the familiar sounds of a car screeching, telephone ringing, a knife being sharpened, a gun shot, movie music, a woman softly reciting the alphabet. The viewers’ hands orchestrate this collage, composing layered and provisional tales.