A man who desperately wants to become a creative actor struggles with a recent loss. 

Within me there is something frozen. It will never be touched, nor heated.To connect with it reminds me I will be late, I will be late again. My words of advice is adapt to the cold.For this cold won’t make me cough, nor will it make me sick It will freeze me. Within me there is something frozen. Hands try to rob it, but why rob a piece of ice. There it lies frozen, there I lie numb. This fores...