Shortly after she finds herself in the main departure hall of the airport, a young woman will remember the forgotten story of her childhood. "When we grow up, me and dad, we're going on a trip to Australia." The airport terminal as the closed space where we spend our last moments. A modern Acheron. It may be so...
An allegory about love. What if love was a fish...
Hermetically sealed and sunk in non-chronological qualities of time, the experience of the wound is always relived torturously, quoting a series of dualities: immobility-movement, inactivity-activity, absence-presence, alienation-proximity, pain-pleasure. Seven long takes represent the wound as something that probably pre-exists and then takes place in an (anti-)erotic situation.
