B. F. Späth resides uncomfortably in a remote location, hopelessly surrounded and outnumbered by his loved ones, which include the ghost of a long-deceased cat, and an impressive collection of unpaid bills. Escape seems unlikely. Firmly believing that everything worthwhile has already occurred, he passes the time by strolling through imaginary amusement parks. He spends his nights in a condition that outwardly resembles sleep, but in fact, is nothing of the sort. He suspects that his life may be based on a true story, and has made it his life’s mission to discover the narrative, if any.