The film wants to be an exploration of different stages of a person's creative process. Using seasons as metaphors in an attempted experimental approach, the narrative is completely devoid of any dialogue, and simply takes the viewer into the different experiences, struggles and endeavours of the protagonist to write something worthwhile by way of swift visuals.
As he scribbles poetry in his Albert Einstein notebook, there is further the desire to give a glimpse into different stages of creating art and creativity. Sometimes a desperate attempt comes in the form of interacting with the works of your own favourite artists, a song for instance, hoping that some inspiration might be found there. Sometimes it is in the mad dash one can make against time. However, amidst all of these actions, what would be the fate of the protagonist's inclination to create the kind of art that would finally satisfy him?
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