Each of the tiles is actually part of a small cube, or cubie.

After walking the timeworn horizons out of Africa, I have entered a corrugated maze, a knotted crossroad of the world where landscape is read like sacrament, a labyrinth of echoing faiths called the Middle East.

Despite being shot on tiny budget, the student film looked incredibly cinematic.

For as I would my gorget have undon To event the heat that had mee nigh undone, An headles arrow strake mee through the throte, Where through my soule forsooke his fylthy cote.