Liz Doucerain

Louis, 26, hasn’t left his apartment for 367 days. His Parisian flat is surrounded by stacks of pizza boxes and the flickering glow of old films. There, he drifts further from the world. Loneliness and anxiety tighten their grip, trapping him in a loop of writing, smoking, drinking, and reliving the past. One day, Adèle moves in next door.