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A man sits in an office papered with his past: diplomas, group photos, framed proof of a life in order. One by one, the diplomas and pictures go blank. From a drawer he takes out the one picture that never made it to the wall, the woman he loved. In the movie the viewer follows him into the architecture of his own memory: a hall of filmstrips where the two of them are still dancing, a darkroom where every print of her dissolves in his hands, a maze of mirrors crowded with versions of himself he no longer recognizes. He cannot fix the image.