A man comes home at a time of day he’s never been there before. A time when the light hits differently, when the humming of the fridge is the only audible sound. For a moment it seems to him like he has walked into the house of a stranger. All of a sudden he can see fabulous and forgotten things. Dust particles swirling around in a white ray of light. A man comes home like a tourist and observes anew those things that make up his life. The parking lot, the stairs, the full mailboxes. But is this life still truly his own?