a journey through the inner depths of a poor man's mind. as he drops hope and chemicals, he faces his youth in dreams. wild forests and synthetic rivers soon vanish and a blank empty paper wraps around his arms and mouth. desolation and dust cover his feet as he tries to find the light, while a one-man orcherstra intones a solitary polka, driving the poor man into a deeper state of mind, sending him to hell and getting him back white-washed.
picture source: joseph beuys