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Although extremely precious, social interactions are far too often undervalued. Assuming our parents only have 30 more good years left and we make an effort to visit them twice a year, we realize that the number of cherished visits with our loved ones is equivalent to the amount of seconds in a minute. What if you could count them on your wrist? A countdown that tracks your limited and precious social interactions, we want to tell the story of a girl living her last interactions in life. In this dystopian world, everyone wears a smartwatch that displays the number of interactions you have left in life. Malu is down to her last 4, and she must decide between a love interest at work and spending precious time with her sick mother.
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Although extremely precious, social interactions are far too often undervalued. Assuming our parents only have 30 more good years left and we make an effort to visit them twice a year, we realize that the number of cherished visits with our loved ones is equivalent to the amount of seconds in a minute. What if you could count them on your wrist? A countdown that tracks your limited and precious social interactions, we want to tell the story of a girl living her last interactions in life. In this dystopian world, everyone wears a smartwatch that displays the number of interactions you have left in life. Malu is down to her last 4, and she must decide between a love interest at work and spending precious time with her sick mother.

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Directed By:Adrien Marquet
Written By:Auden Kucharic
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