A film made of objects, faces and texts; of lost cats, of found pictures, cut-outs, recreations; a poetic subversion in diary form, one that breaks the calendar into a novel, driving relentlessly as a journey to the end of the world.
Simon, wrecked by a love sorrow, overflows with sadness. He literally starts to shed all the tears of his whole body. Constantly soaked head to foot, he has to face this new physical state that he’s incapable to stop. An encounter will allow him to take a step back from his pain, to point to another perception of sorrow.
