Memory as construction and as internal pulse. Spendo, on the edge of suicide, re-lives her life, re-constructs it and, finally, liberates herself. Sadness flows and fills the space. The hours co-exist and intertwine. The world: a flesh-eating mechanism. A descend begins, a rhythmic immersion into the depths of memory, where the evil appears in the form of good. Until memory no longer repeats itself; a new viewpoint sneaks in. The hours are noiselessly formed anew. Violent dependence is left in the past. The film’s narration is produced by the painful passage from entrapped temporal knots to a new flow. From the silence of muteness to the active tranquillity of contemplation.