For our hero, every day looks the same. Or maybe they are too much alike: the same routines repeated over, and over again. One day, a simple wooden sign written "Park" will shake everything up.
Does life, perhaps, consist in being in the right place at the right time? Could it consist in interpreting and following the signs?
A flat tire shocks a passenger. Stopped at the roadside, she thinks about her life while the driver changes the tire, unsure if this is the right path.
