During its deliveries, a man crosses a suspended highway every day. Tired of a monotonous daily life, his gaze focused today on the fleeting image of a tomb below. Attracted, he decides to stop on the island that hosts it. Below, bridges seem to judge from their height a dry land, with past glory, which has become an open-air dormitory in spite of itself. He wanders for hours, a notebook in hand welcoming a few notes, while the Sun sets.