I set up a camera in a kitchen, filming nothing in particular. After a while I forgot the camera was running. I ate, drank and smoked, read a newspaper, &c. This film shows a short excerpt of the kitchen tape.
I sit at the kitchen table and smoke, my head rests on my arm and my cigarette burns down. I dream around. After a while I cry.
I miss my boyfriend and film my missing him in an authentic way. I smoke to pass time; I dream because I think of Jens; I cry because I want to be with him; I film because I make art.