Some of this is really quite excruciating to watch as we spend a few hours with a man who can never quite make it from his apartment to meet his friends. He does almost get there once, but swiftly finds he has dressed for rain when the sun is beaming outside. He returns indoors and that is when he notices his plants are dying; then discovers that he has an hole in his trouser pocket, then next thing he is repainting his flat a brilliant shade of red as his carpet begins to rememble a meadow - complete with itchy wildlife. Meantime his pals are calling him, wondering where he has got to - so what chance he is ever going to make it beyond the stairway? If you are even vaguely neurotic or OCD then you might find something in this that is eminently relatable. This isn't a man who can just walk out the door without consequence, and this simply drawn but still quite detailed series of scenarios works well at illustrating his inate difficulties prioritising, decision-making, or even putting the lid on his paint tins properly. Perhaps the carpet is symbolic of someone who lets the grass grow?