This is not a story of heroic rebellion. This is about how ordinary people are pushed into a corner by life, and how they still hold on to the last bit of goodwill when their bottom line is being swallowed up inch by inch - even if that little bit of kindness is just a coin, a plastic bag, or "slow down on the road." The fluorescent tubes are always on, and the sky outside the window is always dark. But they are still waiting for tomorrow.
A grim record of the bottom survivalists, describing the gray area where crime and warmth intertwine.
