Old lady sitting in rocking chair wearing night gown and person opens door and sees her she keeps saying something over and over

An old woman in a rocking chair listens to a disembodied voice (her own) that recounts her life and that of her mother's. When the voice stops, she calls for more.

An old woman sits by her window, knitting. I always knew her this way, agile and wise to the sound of her needles clicking. I have only one reel of 13 minutes to film her, I would like her to talk to me about time that passes before her eyes And of death that approaches. She carefully tries to respond to this difficult question while the reel unwinds, irrevocably.