Apnoe

Grey house facades roll by like monstrous walls. Numerous identical windows, creating lines of lights as they pass by steadily. The bike courier Michel pushes through crowded streets of a dystopian city of the future. On behalf of the monopoly Clinair, he delivers oxygen tanks that are now necessary. His shift rushes him through the streets, his gaze, his movement brief and torn, no stagnation in his elaborate meandering stream. He can only linger with the woman from the advertisement video, who promotes grilled chicken on a screen. Accompanied only by a navigational voice in his ear and a radio operator who coordinates Michel’s route and regulates his state of fear, his nightly route leads him deeper and deeper into his subconscious.