This is a sad story of Eros and Psyche. Sadder than the ancient myth that was only a dream after all. In my story, the characters learn nothing.

The egocentric author Jalo Rautakumpu welcomes a visitor to his cabin in the Lappish wilderness. After sauna and a bottle of alcohol, the friendship is formed. But friends can be bad for business.

Nicky escapes from prison somewhere between Alabama and Utah, sometime in the future. He looks for his girl in the bars and hotels. All he can see in his new freedom is that no one cares for the future of human culture.