How do we make sense of existence when when we don't have control over our memories? Chris is an aged filmmaker struggling with loss and the onset of Alzhelmer's disease. As reality slips out of his control. Chris' memories become disorganized and begin to affect his daily life. Later, this process erodes his awareness enough to propel him into a world of illusions. Are these fragments of mind torn from one another forever? Or can his harmony of mind be re-established in eternity?