Penny has resigned herself to the mundane routine of old age, living in the apartment she has lived in for decades, surrounded by remnants of her past life with her deceased partner, and her former artistic aspirations. But Penny is deemed no longer fit to care for herself, and is sent to a facility that she supposedly picked out with her partner, though she has no memory of this. In this new place, in the cloud and comfort of being cared for, time, and identity, start to bleed. Is something sinister at play, or is Penny simply beginning fade away like all things eventually do.

No one does delightful disorientation quite like Ian Reid. Inspired by his time caring for his mother, We Spread is a horrifying love letter to those with dementia, told with heart-wrenching empathy. – Skye