It's ten past ten and time stands still on the watches in advertisements. A brand logo proudly appears in the center of the V formed by the two hands. The mercantile hour of consensus.
Here time drags on and then starts again. A succession of extraordinarily vain events is in progress. The protagonists don’t worry too much, the path seems to be clearly indicated. Their gestures slide and repeat across the surface of the screen. The set takes some initiatives but no one really pays any attention. So the story has many false starts, nothing happens and the real stutters and stammers. The vessels overflow but no longer communicate.