Three people meet by coincidence at a bus station in India. As they attempt to flee from the banality of everyday life in a quest for meaning, they stagger right into follies and end up lost in a labyrinth of nonsense.

Nonsense – sense – senselessness. What nonsense?

Do you search for answers to questions that accompany you daily, such as why you brush your teeth, or why the traffic light changes in the manner it does? Perhaps we ask questions to ascertain whether something can have meaning, albeit superficially.

Maybe the reason for problems in Tunis was simply because the sky is blue. Can we be sure of anything?

Nonsense. We can be sure of absolutely nothing – nor do we want to, are allowed to, nor are able to. And so we begin to lose our sense of time. Those who live the same lives day in, day out, will always live in the past, present and future.