
After the theft of his motorcycle, Lucio bums aimlessly around Buenos Aires drifting from one arcade and record store to the next, indulging in short chats with friends and, more often, setting out onto the streets alone.
A hazy, urban drift through Buenos Aires' underbelly. It feels like a quiet, existential wander, punctuated by fleeting connections and the hum of arcade machines. A mood piece about being lost and searching.














