Synopsis

Gaspard’s car rushes down a road lined by anemic trees. His radio picks up a weird frequency, a broadcast about him. The voice emitted is not that of a radio host, nor an advertising jingle, it rehashes fragments of his life. Gaspard’s eyes don’t look at anything, they see through things, they project his trajectory like a ruptured slideshow of the stages that have led him up to here : nowhere.