The only time that does not diminish is the time that has passed. And what remains at the end of time - after all that has happened and all that has not - is decay, the proof of a futile dominion in a world that we do not define, but that defines us.

When the ordinary, everyday James discovers this futility, he feels the need to break the wall of time and dare to embark on a journey. Stubbornly, he wants to reconstruct the world and bring it to his own measures, to give his own ending to the story and his life with an absurdly metaphysical expectation.

Through a journey at train stations and on many rainy afternoons… the eternal quest remains the redefinition of time. The mathematical formulas, the clocks, the hourglasses, the machines… all useless. All that is needed is for the memories to recognize it. All that matters is for the memories to be canceled...