There are certain activities in life which, with their monotony, can surprise no one. An action repeated over and over again becomes habitual, a dull chore and a duty to be approached task by task. When the body recognises a familiar rhythm, the mind has no control over what is happening around it and the subconscious gains room to maneuver. And wanders. From the first, simplest associations to more and more convoluted places. Processes memories from its childhood years, minor and major traumas, those more conscious and those that tends to irritate the eyes like shampoo, which, through a moment’s inattention, falls into the eye while washing the hair. During the documentary recording of this very activity, I allowed myself to use the space of the bathroom and the glaring whiteness of the bathtub to become a moment where I deal with the past and how it affects my present, young-adult, life.