This film is a metaphor for life, for that moment when we realise we are dying. the character chooses himself without realising, hallucinates and ascertains his mortal condition. The film takes its inspiration from a place visited as a child, from recurrent dreams and from the pleasure i get when listening to the white noise of falling water. the deafening sound of white sound corresponds to the blindness produced by the colour white; that is to say the saturation of the sensitive vibrations of these two feelings. these audible or visible frequencies swallow up all the rest: whilst touching the threshold of the senses, for me, the threshold of the senses corresponds to the threshold of meaning and thus aesthetics. the limit between music and noise is completely blurred. the limit between the image and its inexistence - by (white) saturation - is the same. the material of this film is noise. the image and the concrete sounds are only there to make it perceptible. in life, vertigo, produced by the unstoppable flow of time and represented here as milk, gives us the right to anxiety, hope, boredom and music.