It’s somewhat calming and fulfilling to watch things fall from a great height. Fabrics forming crazy illustrations in the sky as they descend haphazardously. Debris from an opened suitcase shooting upwards like confetti in early celebration of its eventual demise. Everything looks more dignified in slow motion. For a moment there, I just want to luxuriate in the choreography of falling objects, because it makes you feel strangely alleviated.