Eight stories, one massive, multi-coloured cloud
To each
their own view of the mysterious cloud's innumerable, shifting shades. For some
it's a brief distraction — snap, swipe, share — for others an excuse to party,
a nuisance, an evil portent or an act of international terrorism. For an
exclusive few the fog is an opportunity, a moment of enchantment and a chance
to change.
Middle-aged
misanthrope Spike is spying on his neighbours, cursing the passing of time, the
indie kids and his useless crippled legs.
Alina is a
Polish emigrant with an unshakable belief in art, romance and the meaning of
names.
The Things
are morbidly obese, housebound chain smokers who owe it all to Granny's
gargantuan pile.
TV
journalist Sara's personal crisis crashes head on into Haruka, the most
glamorous weather girl in Japan.
Octogenarian
war-veteran Walter is crippled by the fear of a secret past that's fast
catching up.
Mikey is an
ex-pro footballer, cursing the cloud, the career and the goth girl that got
away.
Travellers
Sean and Ruth are stuck, grounded by a mess of blue felt and a momentous decision.
Leila is
searching for a little shit of a dog called Arthur and the last few scraps of
her evanescing self.
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