Lisandro lives in the mountains of Argentina. In hasty, sometimes chaotic, always poignant snapshots, he films himself and his world: A close-up of his dog’s fur, bushes in the night, his parent’s kitchen, his sister, an old teddy bear. His thoughts jump from one to another, too. From the most mundane to existential questions and open a new view of the world: “What if I am the only human alive, and I’m imagining all of this?”