In an abandoned warehouse only one presence remains alive: a security guard whose existence consists in observing reality from his imperturbable solitude. His quiet and contemplative nature puts him on the boundary of what's human.
This warehouse has become the destination of a film, a camera, the viewer's gaze.
The guard and the camera find themselves, the guard with the chance of making art, myth of his life, and the camera with a protagonist, something to shoot. Thus begins a symbiotic relationship in which one finds the possibilities of the other.
Inevitably, this situation is prone to become a film, a fiction if you will, where the guard, absolute protagonist, will suffocate in his own story.