We wait on a windy night, sitting in a fragile shed that appears to have been built by cruisers near a highway rest area, to camouflage their cultural and sexual practices. While our eyes are not yet fully adjusted to the darkness, we hear the footsteps of a creature prowling around : Jeremy.

He embodies the area and those who once passed through it. His lament haunts the space, caught between eroticism, fear and melancholy, trapped in a virtual world devoid of love: the Realm of Tears.