A couple lives within a declining daily life that has nothing to offer them. Nothing but a change. But no change occurs. They have cut their ties with the world. They have been living in isolation, locked in their home for fifteen years. They refuse to accept even a letter that would signify a reconnection with the outside world.

“Because of the corpse,” declares Madeleine. The corpse that is in the next room and keeps growing. But what does this corpse mean to this couple? What dimensions does it take within them? Is it their dead love? The love they could have felt but didn’t? Is it a fault that torments them? Or perhaps all their failed dreams? And how can they get rid of it? How can Amadeus drive away this distant self that torments him?

However, there is a solution. Like a deus ex machina, the very same corpse will take him to heaven with it. It is the only solution to distance himself from everything that reminds him of a ruined past. A destroyed life, full of decay (holes, humidity, mushrooms). Even the mushrooms that are blooming, a sign of some change, do not make him want to return. His throwing away is his own escape, his own salvation.