An alien arrives on Earth and tries to make sense of us. A human guide hands them a phone and opens Instagram. They enter their details: female identifying, aged 16 to 45.

Instantly: makeup tutorials, girlboss gospel, fitness routines, 17-step skincare, curated fakery to compare themself to, advertising and captions insisting they can be a superhero, a snack, and a CEO before 9am.

The alien tries to satisfy every absurd concept thrown at them, all at once, barely keeping it together with a strained smile and tensed abs.

After two days on Earth, they decide this reality is cooked and head home.

Made with analogue methods: body paint and a real red-blooded and red-haired woman.