In the basement space of Mon Capitaine there is a mound of damp sand, onto which a film projection of the North Sea surf is shown. Outside, there is a mound of dry sand. During the performance, a metronome can be heard both inside and outside, with its ticking gradually speeding up.

The performance starts with two hands carrying a scoop of dry sand inside. While walking, some of the sand slips through the fingers. In the basement, the dry sand is spread over the damp sand. Then, a scoop of damp sand is carried outside and placed on a separate heap. As the ticking accelerates, the actions are repeated in increasingly rapid succession.

After about twenty minutes, a voice can be heard, insistent and repetitive: “Help me, time slips through my fingers like sand.” At that moment, the audience begins to take part in transporting the sand.

Suddenly, the ticking slows down and turns into heavy thuds. The image of the surf comes to a standstill. The audiens are left with the question: what now?