A film is being made. The characters of the film have escaped in the countryside. The director wanders in the city at night. The crew is filming, trying to consist the film from everything that appears to be useful or function-able, but is that so? A woman is wandering in the city at night. The characters start to act for themselves. The crew and the director are getting into the film. Crossing in and out - all these people - from that film that's being made by and with them, among other things.
A man lives in an abandoned factory with an immobile robot child as his only company. Until, with the appearance of a woman from his past, Chaos invades the place.
I. and F. are wandering. They walk. They stop. They talk. They are lost. They remember. They forget. They reappear. They continue. They pass mountains, fields and villages, meet friends, but also strangers. They go on, walking, stopping, talking, disappearing, remembering, forgetting, reappearing. This is their story, through the landscape, the road and the stories of others.
