We enter the dream of this woman snorkeling, disjointed story, fragment games and memories of daily routines. She weighs 10% of her weight and without strength, smoothly, she slides us into the invisible lines of her sleep. She just plays us take us down to perverse game of death as metaphor of transgression and transformation. A glimpse of an imaginary life that ends when confronting the image of a mirror. Everything is pretence and distraction, like life itself.
