Can the sight of a fly landing on a rock lead to the realisation of the ephemerality of existence? For Clem, it can. He is in his forties, he drives a taxi in Cork, and he lives in waiting: waiting to earn more money, waiting to finish his book of poems, waiting to move to Madrid - the promised land - where he hopes to open a bar and start living for real. And while he waits, he thinks. A lot. Reading this book, we soon find ourselves floating...