A weathered package arrives, held together by plastic–its address is detailed only in Chinese text, except for the narrator’s name. Once he opens the box, he falls into an ocean of souvenirs: Taipei bus tickets, inked journals, photos of people he once knew. Flooded with nostalgia, the former pieces of an earlier self begin to drown him in regret–until he receives a phone call. Through an abstract reenactment, the film traces the act of letting go.