In Half Moon, Travis Scott’s “Sicko Mode” is paired with footage of the artist’s Vietnamese father walking in an Asian restaurant, the music transforming his nervous march into a hip catwalk stride. Meanwhile, sluggish, eerie electronic beats often accompany angled shots of apartment interiors, accentuating a certain ghostly nature of such spaces. Music haunts, yet this state of being haunted has nothing to do with horror; it is more hypnagogic and ethereal. Amidst the hauntingly disorienting music, the sense of space is as distracting as the temporal experience.