In a dimly lit bar, there is a single man sitting on a stool. He’s slightly hunched over, cradling a half-full bottle of whiskey. The camera angle is low, focusing on the man from a side perspective, drawing attention to the quiet desperation on his face. A slow pan across the bar showcases various patrons, all self-absorbed in their own microcosms of conversation and drinks. The entire scene has a dark, moody color grading with the exception of an open door at the back, washing a patch of the shot in a contrasting cold blue. Wind gusts occasionally blow in from the open door, ruffling the man’s hair and clothes, hinting at an outside world seemingly colder and indifferent. The entire frame emphasizes the solitary nature of the man’s embodiment of sorrow, his existence in the bar isolated from the others as if alienated by an unseen boundary.