W.Z. Oussama

Fleetingly all a person remembers about their experiences are images and fragments from the past.

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

REMEMBERING IS NOT THAT EASY

The souls that walk

“He lived at a little distance from his body, regarding his own acts with doubtful side-glances. He had an odd autobiographical habit which led him to compose in his mind from time to time a short sentence about himself containing a subject in the third person and a verb in the past tense.”

FOR THOSE WHO HAVE EYES

One morning when Oussama founds himself merged with an unclear images of a person, unable to tell if its a lived memory or only a percived flashing dreams.

A guy receives anonymous video tapes revealing him in strange acts. Struggling to reconcile between reality and the tapes, he's haunted by a question: is he the architect of his own unsettling actions or the victim of a sinister plot?

Scratches

A detached street photographer obsessed with images documents life instead of living it. When he captures a real act of violence, his role as observer is quietly questioned