This is everything Diaz has done; its distillation. His temporal take on "holding space": holding time. A cradle. Here, ostensibly, for memory - though that seems, watching this, just another word for the deep subjectivities that become shared realities via his camera's slow gaze. What's seen, becomes. And becoming is a function of time. And if night is when time is suspended & memory consolidated, Diaz is the night.