In the dining room and lounge of a retirement home sits a forgetful choir consisting of the residents of the retirement home.
"This here," Anna thinks, "is a very bad hotel." She wants to go home. So the nurse sits her down at the bus stop to get her to be quiet. But no bus comes here: the bus stop is just a therapeutic fake.
Mr. O. puts his dentures into the lady's coffee cup. A misunderstanding as a tender gesture, a kiss without a mouth.
A psychologist observes the scene: "Brains poach over foggy steppes".
And time is vicious ...