Rick Tae -- Director’s Notes

Imagine yourself buried up to the neck in a warehouse full of twelve million oranges. Some fresh. Some rotten. Some whole. Some half-eaten. Some from Florida. And some from Papua New Guinea. Then close in on one orange tennis ball hidden in the pile. Your task is to find the ball before you die.

Why look for an orange tennis ball, you ask? Could there be anything more ideal? It never changes its color. It never changes its shape. It’s hollow, odorless and tasteless. It’s simply perfection.

This is the mind of a single man. Searching for a tennis ball and surrounded by fruit.

This is an analogy from the mind of a single man. Home alone on a Saturday night.

This is a show about the mind of a single man directed from the mind of a single man who actually prefers apples.

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