Single-channel excerpt from installation series. "An exchange between [the filmmaker's] mother and him in a series of banal, intimate actions: He is attempting to fit her prosthetic breast onto his chest. It doesn’t fit very well, so they try another one. She takes out a bathroom scale and tries to weigh them. “It’s less than a pound, so it doesn’t show,” she said flatly. After wiggling one into a silk bra, she goes to the sink and takes a pill. The film is shot mostly from her point of view at his chest, and we only see her face for barely a second at the very end. We see the back of her head the rest of the time, as she is crouching down in her nightgown weighing the gelatin inserts." — Tiffany Sia