A man, in his 40s is a derranged, alchohol addicted man. His life is boring, shallow, and he spends his time looking back at old memories. Turns out he has a brain disease or tumour that restricts his memory, and in turn he has long term memory loss. every story of his past and who he was is in truth, all a lie, because he comes up with new ones every minute or so, trying to fill that void he has in his heart. He then tries to search for who he really was. but with out memory, theres no reality. if what he gains will soon be forgotten what is the point? why search for something that will only stay with you until you recreate the story once again?