A lonely man drifts through Hong Kong. His wife is cheating on him and he’s in love with his neighbour. He passes between neon-lit alleyways, drab offices and cramped kitchens, the clock ticking down to nothing in particular; the same songs playing on repeat. His landlady and her friends play raucous games of mahjong into the early hours. And his neighbour is in love with him, too, but these feelings settle into a quiet, aching inaction. Their shoulders brush in the back of a taxi, noodles are eaten on a bed, an umbrella is shared during a midnight downpour.