Hirayama works as a toilet cleaner in Tokyo. He seems content with his simple life. He follows a structured everyday life and dedicates his free time to his passion for music and books. Hirayama also has a fondness for trees and photographs them. More of his past is gradually revealed through a series of unexpected encounters.
I’ll watch the movie, I’ll press some tears over this dry face of mine, I’m sure. And I have to make a final sarcastic comment: when directors grow old, geriatric Hollywood finally learns what life’s about. Skeletor will be back tomorrow…