What happens when two gay men in a disintegrating relationship leave the big city to spend some time alone, together in nature? Is it possible for nature to reveal the truth, their true essence and help them to change? Can these two wounded men;
traumatised, hurt, lost and desperate on a remote beach find a way back to innocence? Is there a way back to reality, back to love? Their relationship was formed against fear and loneliness. They fell in love, but they can't handle love. They've
both made mistakes, poisoning their relationship through secrets and lies. They suffer when together, but they can't be apart. Life in the big city hasn't been letting them breathe, think or feel - creating constant and never-ending problems.
Are they both ready for the next step?
The director travels the night in order to lead an endless marathon of sexual encounters, drug-taking, alcohol and casual friendships and finally finding the difference in the incessant flow of a routine that works as
rebuttal and conjuring of ordinary life. Castro's images give out an aura of unsuspected truth and beauty and assault the viewer with a strength that most films put aside, perhaps out of modesty, or maybe for lack of courage. The camera glued to
the body, out-of-focus shots and ambient sound shape an impious journey whose destination could be the brief encounter with one's own ghosts, without no epiphanies or moral commentary.