Irreversible. Time destroys everything. The arrow only points one way, from our birth to our death.

Each second brings multiple bifurcations. Each one is irreversible. We are not predestined but destiny writes itself. Our contribution is derisory. It barely concerns our individual survival. And death is unavoidable. Time reveals all. The best and the worst. Or the opposite. It's all the same. As soon as they're written, the traces of our passage already fade. Only the arrow remains. The arrow invented by our brain. Time exists only in our reptilian perception. Pain, pleasure, past or future too. What we make of the short time whilst the arrow carries us along is sometimes of our own will. We can use it to perpetuate our species, or to forget the infinite smallness of it, or to avenge the pain we have suffered. This film, written, financed and shot in record time, describes the ancestral link between a wound and vengeance. Vengeance is irreversible. So was the wound. Like every act. Like all things. The reactions to this film will be too.