Walter Nowak, is lying on the tile floor of his bathroom, with a head injury, unable to get up. On the floor, he’s thinking. In a state of confusion that is both comical and disturbing, his memory is a jumbled recollection of the events in his life that led him to this situation. Beneath the stereotypical appearances of a virile man poind the fragility of a man who has been forced to build himself on absence, taboo and fantasy.