A man always wants to talk. However, there is no clear recipient for his words. The only defined context is speaking on a train. As on any other day, a man boards the Gyeongui-Jungang Line train that cuts through the outskirts of Seoul. In front of the door's glass window, without a distinct audience, he recalls past memories and begins to ramble about Mongolia. His words are continuously repeated or altered. Unaware of the universe, he utters 'words' as if in a monologue about the principles of the Earth he has felt. These 'words' are painful and their content drifts. The man's face sometimes appears sad and desolate.