In August 2024, I receive a series of minute-long voice messages from a distant acquaintance — a guy I had chatted with for five minutes at a party. He persistently sought contact, and I had to block him quickly. Frustrated, angry, and obviously hurt, he tells me about his attempts to approach women who, however, pay him no attention.
Alongside the original monologue of the frustrated sender, the visual layer reveals the oppressive absurdity of the messages within the recipient’s everyday life. A visit to a fast-food restaurant turns, for her, into a bizarre and violent imagination.
