Jacques lives in his room-museum which almost makes us forget the residence for the elderly he lives in. The days are punctuated by his many strolls in the corridor to the cafeteria, the bathroom, the TV, then its bed. In the background, the other residents play, rock and cross the hours as they can. Accompanied by his legendary sense of humor, Jacques reads his comics and Pleiades, water plants, watch the struggle, listen to his old vinyls while singing. He remembers above all by inhabiting a present as peaceful as slow, in a solitude that we can all apprehend.