Semyon Dove digs into his own anxiety like a grandmother in a medicine cabinet - carefully and with suspicion.
In "Love, Death and Doves," he gets his fears, domestic absurdities, family lineage curses, and sometimes a courier's moped in the face of dreams.
Here, love feels more like a chronic malaise with each passing day, and paranoia is the only way to avoid falling into climactic indifference.
One is left to watch this ride and pretend to still wonder how it will end.
