It is a chaotic film covering conversations I had with items I use daily. It is an existential philosophical film that transcends beyond our daily conversations. How a conversation with a hand-gel transformed my view of life. How I missed wearing lipstick… It is a personal confession towards my frustration as an artist in Paris confined in a 32m2 space in Montmartre. My only connection to the world was 2 pigeons outside my window and a peaceful tree. This film was made in Paris when the only way to communicate was through the window.