Rare Rain

One Sunday morning, Rifat realized that the days did not drip into the same bowl. “The days are dripping, but not in the same roughness,” he said. He looked at the sky: It was empty. There were no clouds, in fact there was nothing. The naked sun of our age destroyed everything, the vastness, clouds and birds... It even destroyed blue, then other colors, some sounds, words and meanings. A person cannot say anything new in this absence, at best he would repeat himself.

Rifat is like a hero of our time, like an unqualified man, like an idle man, like a superfluous man, like an "R." like, wandering through life. Hayat also stops by Rifat's shop from time to time. Rifat also travels through movies, books, dreams, ideas, troubles and issues. Some of the questions that have been asked are taken into account. What is this man after?

Rifat is trying to understand if he is in a story, he is looking for a way for people to understand that he is in a story... Can an umbrella be opened in the rare rain?
(From the Promotional Bulletin)