« In olden days, every single day, every single hour, every single minute was sloping toward the day, the hour or the minute after, and all of them were aspirated by the time’s aim which provisional existence created like a vacuum. Maybe this gossip in which I was involved would have ended, after milleniums of incidents played in loop. This time circularity was still a secret, and my short life was for me a a straight segment which the two ends absurdly pointed toward infinity. Inspired by this expert from "Vendredi ou les limbes du Pacifique" (Friday or the Pacific limbos) by Michel Tournier, this movie is the story of the slow erasure of Hannah’s identity, story which itself disappears quickly in simple succesion of cycles and material.
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