Plot

The poet M. Sachtouris in different phases of his life. The questions he asks are not philosophical declarations or logical findings, but images. Images that seem to come from a dream and end up in his poetic iconography.

Two parallel monologues feature two men of different ages discussing their lives and struggles. One man feels lost and overwhelmed by anxiety. He desperately wants to find his way back to his childhood home and the innocence of his earlier years. However, he is still just wandering. His journey feels like a strange dream, filled with confusing images of people, animals, and machines, all reflecting his inner turmoil and guilt. The other man is at the end of his journey. He sits in a small room, isolated and surrounded by memories and ghosts from his past. Still, he no longer feels anxious. He watches the world outside his window with calm detachment. With simple, wise phrases, he questions the absurdity of the life he has lived. Both men are the same person. The short film portrays poet Miltos Sachtouris at different stages of his life. He raises questions that stem from his poetry, not philosophical arguments. At the end of his imaginary journey, the poet reconnects with his mother and finds his childhood room among the ruins. Yet, he returns to the comfort of the womb without finding answers to his profound inquiries.—Nick Riganas

Two parallel monologues. Two men of different ages, talk about their lives and what haunts them. One, almost middle-aged, feels he has lost his way. Full of anxiety and metaphysical agony, he desperately seeks to find the path of return that will lead him to his paternal home and the years of innocence. At the point where he started his own impasse, so far, wandering. The route looks like a strange dream. People, animals, and machines change their form, properties, and actions in a nightmarish cluster full of paradoxical images, charged with passions and unacknowledged guilt. The other, an elderly man, is nearing the end of his own journey. Locked up in a small room, isolated, accompanied by memories and ghosts from the past, he has stopped being anxious. He watches the outside world through the window, with the same stoic calm that he also watches and what happens in the strange circus that performs in his small room. Everything that his imagination, memory, and sensitive psyche puts in front of him. He raises questions about an absurd and perhaps futile world with harsh sentences that are more reminiscent of oracles. An almost nightmarish world, the world that spent its life vulnerable to the alterations of the time. They are both the same person. The poet M. Sachtouris in different phases of his life. The questions he asks are not philosophical declarations or logical findings, but images. Images that seem to come from a dream and end up in his poetic iconography. At the end of the imaginary journey, the poet "finds", among the ruins, his mother, and the room he recognizes as the home of his childhood. He returns to the womb without finding an answer to what tortured him along the way, since "there is a sanguine answer" because everything "is a vast void rather like a tomb".