A washed-up circus strongman sits alone in a dimly lit, color-splashed tent. The frame focuses closely on his worn and calloused hands as they absentmindedly fiddle with a small, broken trinket, the only memento of his glorious past – revealing a nostalgic depth to the scene. Soft beams of residual stage-light subtly illuminate his face, lined with age and hardship, hinting at the conclusions of many years of highs and lows in the ring. The background is blurred, a deliberate lack of focus to reinforce his isolation from a world that has moved on. Suddenly, from the shadowy corner, piercing through the solemn silence, a brabble begins amongst the stowed away props and equipment, symbolizing the chaos of his past juxtaposed against his present silence.