The Bottle

Left behind all by herself. In the middle of the desert.

Maybe it just happened because of a small negligence. As the sound of the car is disappearing into the distance, she starts to ponder. Did she do something wrong?

The wind pushes her over the dunes and through the vast, empty Namib desert. Her thoughts circle around the past day:

Actually everything was as usual. Or was it? And what did the boy say? She just could not remember. Maybe something should have made her suspicious.

`The Bottle´ plays with the subtle insecurity, arising from endlessly circling thoughts and fading memory.