She speaks. She sings. She speaks and sings. Most of all she speaks loudly. She thinks. She talks to people who do not exist. Sweet madness. Comical. It turns round and round within her head. It comes back like obsessions. Fragments she keeps thinking about. She does not know precisely where she is. Sitting at a table, filmed live by two cameras, her face reproduced on her side, Donatienne sings Aperghis and reads Cadiot.