A man predisposed toward loneliness finds his loneliness expands exponentially at the start of the pandemic. Otis's rationalizations and his coping strategy are touching and believable. This is a gentle and compelling portrait of a man and his jelly beans.

Replacing loneliness with literally anything is so relatable. Osmundsen explores this difficult time in a way that is funny but also a bit unnerving. We all have the temptation for human interaction, but in a pandemic it becomes a game of Russian Roulette... much like eating a bag of mixed jelly beans. Dire with a dash of hope.

A universal piece that is at once a rejection of being like everyone else and also a quest for companionship and understanding, this is a gentle, enjoyable piece.

And now I also want jelly beans.