Complicated relationships emerge, and the forces of ordinary life lead to the beginning of the past.

In the night's apartment, the model forest pushes into the door with a thin coat, and the camera sweeps through her high-staken position and her fine make-up, and the cold photographer in the living room is looking down at her picture, and the air is as obscurant, the forest is coming near him, the neck of his head is rinsed, the cameraman's fingers are emptied, the window is blinking, the window is flashing, and they're getting closer and closer to each other, breathing, until the photographer suddenly holds her wrists and her eyes are so dark, the forest is just whispering to him at night. The waves of ordinary life.