In robinson or me, Cho continues his imagistic exploration of the psyche of the solitary individual. Using a combination of meditative static shots and frantic camera movement, he leads the viewer into a realm of extreme isolation, where self-regard and self-observation begin to mutate into a kind of voyeurism. Solitude and silence allow the objects and rituals of daily life — drinking a cup of tea, taking a shower — to take on significance. Lines of text from Karl Krolow's Poems Against Death obliquely comment on this beautiful and reflective assemblage of domestic images.