This movie is about a young girl. Day by day, it zaps into what’s happening around this girl, her encounters, her relationships. She meets men, women, visits her grandmother. One of the men seems to be her boyfriend. But the very next day, we see her with someone else. In bed. And the following day with yet somebody else.

Once, one night after a party, she and her boyfriend travel to the seaside, and when they wake up, there’s sand all around them. Desert. But isn’t this episode called “Thursday”? A dream, then? It seems so. It seems so because it’s not certain, not clear. The only thing that’s clear is that there is this girl, and the men, and the other people. We don‘t find out what they think, what they feel.

What remains are just moments, moments of longing and/or indifference; moments of loneliness and almost desperate closeness, innocent desire and calculating behaviour. Moments that could be what we call life.