Maniac Landscapes came from a series of recurring dreams where I could hear crying, always very distant, always from a person I was never able to see, but always somehow close to me. These dreams often feel like precognitions, only of some parallel life. Though I was only a ghostly observer in these dreams I was able to feel the impact of this unknown and heavy sorrow on the physicality of the house itself. The things in the film are not literal images I experienced. The dreams were mostly just sensations and unseen premonitions of where the house was and who was in it with me. Never narrative explorations within it. Any meaning I would later try to project onto these experiences perverted the explorations the dreamer came away from.