We are in the year 2043 and our existence is immersed in a sea of apathy. A reflexion about our evolution as humans.
In a bucolic place on the island of Flores, the most remote of the Azores archipelago, a lonely man lives in complete isolation, without any kind of human interaction. With him, just a black cat and a spotted cow. His daily routine is lived between his house and a lighthouse that apparently is, or has been, in his charge.
A trip of the director with her camera through the city. It’s a movie about cinema and the people that are in it, trapped. It’s like a box where the director keeps the objects of her life, her story and her anxiety, almost without opening it, a movie to be made, surrounded by fear. There is her family lying in a garden of nails, the womb, the city where at any moment, by chance, you can meet a monster.
