Overview
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 project the moving slides of his broken trajectory, the stages that have led him to nowhere.
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