The sound of boiling water introduces us to the dimness of an interior set. Is it a living room, a bedroom or a kitchen? A woman stares at the steaming pot, elegantly dressed and combed. A velvety flower, alike the woman’s blouse, has been placed on the table. She and the flower resemble each other. There is solemnity in the air. We stare at the static woman, and the only movement in the image is in the flame and the water that rises alongside its temperature. We endure the tension and inaction of the video, because we want to know who she is and what she’s going to do. A mobile phone alarm draws her back to the present. The brutality of the final scene is disconcerting.