A man reflecting about a recent and painful lose.
This man – his name is Arthur, but it will never be spelled – he lives in an apartment by the river. From his window one can see the shipyard where he once worked before retiring, a little bit of the river and the big city on the other side.
About this man we only know – or we understand little by little – that he tries to cop with his grief.
It’s just an instance of his life, merely. A few gestures of a straight and simple life.