The five micro-compositions on displayhome’s Waterfall crack open your eyelids. They point you towards the fading day, helping you evade the sun’s sting as shadows stretch across the buildings around you. All about, as people are walking home from work, receipts and coins and chapstick tubes rub together in their pockets. No matter how big or small, everything gets flattened. Equality is stretched. Side glances are taken. Passing conversations slime in and out of your ears. Trashed wrappers hit heels. Exhaust spews. It all comes and goes.