It ends with a middle-aged man sitting at a white plastic table, holding a small glass full of a bright red drink that should make him forget the past for a few hours. But he wants to remember. He slowly pours the drink on the table and watches it spread over the white surface. That seems to represent how she entered his life.
   Before the end, after the start, there's a man sitting in the sun, drawing a murder scene on the back of a letter with a black pen. He makes himself look tall.
   There's a small seaside town.
   There's a couple dancing in a pub. A world-weary band are playing to forget about the world. She dances and gives them a sight to help them forget everything outside this place, this time. He only drinks to forget himself.
   There's a man on the sea front; half human, half shadow.
   There's a flower in a vase on the windowsill in a café.
   There's a summer night, a flickering fluorescent light, undecided about whether or not it should light up this room. It shouldn't. The white walls are dirty. The window overlooking the street allows people to look in. The street outside shouldn't be lit up either.
   There's a young man dressed in black, shooting into the air as he falls backwards, his back arched.
   There's a policeman hiding beneath his hat until he lights a cigarette with a match and his face flickers out of the darkness. People decide it's time to leave the pub.
   There's a light in a window over a restaurant.
   There's a meeting on a dark street. She smiles, a smile more deadly than the knife she expects to find in his pocket. The smile becomes sharper when he says, "You were supposed to meet me on the train."
   There's a policeman shooting a man just before he shoots into a dark room.
   There's a middle-aged man with a woman in a red dress. He leads her by the hand, making their way through the trees. She tries not to laugh.
   There's an old wooden chair in the room. Sometimes the flickering light illuminates an empty chair. Sometimes it illuminates a man lighting his pipe, ignoring the younger man standing at the door. "Stay away from her or say goodbye to this rut you've settled in." The man on the chair doesn't respond, focussing his attention on the pipe.
   There's a small garden surrounded by ivy-covered walls.
   There's a man and a woman hiding in a dark room. He tells her he can't leave town with her. He's been here too long. He knows he'll be here forever, however long that is.
   It starts with the following lines: It was neither a big town nor a small town. It was a horse.