Fake

Two young girls, still in high school, are "best friends". One thinks only of boys, the other doesn't. The first falls in love with an English musician with whom she communicates on social networks, the second advises her. They talk, they soliloquize, they dream, they trap themselves in their own feelings, their own aspirations, their own troubles.

Love feeds on declarations. Desire, lack, expectation are exalted by words. And social networks convey them so easily, so quickly. The temptation is great to play with them, to indulge in manipulation. But isn't that a terrible trap we make for ourselves?