The difficulties of writing, of literary creation, can often lead to small daily labyrinths: the blank page, which now flickers on a computer monitor, can be a dangerous abyss. This is the case of the writer, whose present becomes a dramatic starting point as dramatic as the beginning of a novel. From the discovery of a mysterious package in the street, among the trash, begins to rethink relationships with others, to the point of creating a kind of particular and mysterious malaise in the downtown apartment where he lives.