Levitate

Sachiko, a Japanese woman in her mid 60s who is a punk grandmother: tall white liberty-spike mohawk, laugh lines, small silver nose ring, reading glasses on a beaded chain, a black studded leather biker jacket covered in patches worn over a cream knitted cardigan with pearl buttons, plaid skirt, Dr. Martens boots. Sitting in a red vinyl diner booth at night, levitating a few centimetres above the seat, her coffee, fries, ketchup bottle and mohawk all floating gently upward in zero gravity, neon sign glow, she calmly reads a menu. Gravity switches off in the diner: Sachiko, her booth, fries, coffee, ketchup and the waitress all float up fast and tumble, coffee forming spinning blobs, Sachiko grabs a floating fry and eats it; the camera floats and rolls with everything in a fast spiral.