I've invested far too many hours in the past few days thinking about the meaning of life. Mostly, I'm realizing that the only life for which I can divine meaning is my own. I'm not suggesting that other lives don't have meaning, I'm simply not in any position to presume what that meaning could be. For me, as far as I can tell, thoughts and ideas are the meaning of my life. My best guess for those things that comprise the meaning of my life are the things that make me feel most alive. I feel most alive when I'm developing my own ideas and exploring those of others. The most incendiary catalyst for thought is the visual image, more specifically, the visual narrative. Of all the visual mediums, motion picture speaks loudest to me. This short film, "Nuit Blanche," is a reminder of what I love about visual narrative. It's clear enough for one to begin exploration of meaning, but is ambiguous enough to not cage that exploration. [The following are my thoughts on this short film's meaning. Skip down if you don't want my views tainting your own]. Very simply, I think it is about love. One interpretation I had was that it is a memory of the first time those two fell in love, and that the story is actually a flashback to the happiest moment in their lives as their car crashes. It could also be slightly more fantastic, in that it was a story of love avoided. This scenario involves us seeing, however briefly, the potentially tragic love life those two could have had if they had gotten together. Either way, it's an absolutely arresting visual experience that I am only too happy to share.