A short story in three parts—verbally contemplating on the death of an insignificant person—riddled with self loathing of both the living, and the dead. For death is a bitter tasting joke with no set-up; only a shocking punchline leaving those who remain with the unbearable weight of grief and longing.
On a quiet night in the library, a young librarian prepares to head home alone, until something lurking in the shadows begins to creep closer.
Tomorrow, a man will direct his first feature film, but, that night, something happens.
