Magnificent poetic film about the layered quality of our world, or rather, of our parallel worlds. That parallelism has fascinated filmmakers for much longer, but it has rarely been captured so calmly. The camera tenderly records humanity and human artefacts in a Moroccan city through the evening, night and following morning. In the process, the film reveals our vulnerability, letting us realize that we are essentially alone. At the same time, the filmmakers indicate the beauty – as a consolation? – of an illuminated sign, a concrete tunnel, plastic chairs, a lit-up window, the choreography that results from the call to prayer. In short, a beauty that you only see when you look.