I Don’t Know When the Armageddon Is


[Written by the maker’s father.] An aural and visual treat served up by the Puccini Family. Against the ethereal beauty and serenity of summer in upstate NY, the sparring and musings of a close-knit family group becomes a stream of collective consciousness ultimately morphing into the background sound of the Universe itself as voiced by the ever-present reminder that this is not Paradise – the ubiquitous mosquito.