A man forgotten and weak seeks refuge in the dark corner of an abandoned tenement. The winter air breaths deep into his veins while the rain seeps sorrow into his skin. In the darkness his numbed fingers struggle to light a candle. From his pocket he removes a photograph. Black and white, it is faded, creased, and sullen. But the glow of the fire awakens the tired image and a feeling arises from within his core. Slowly, he finds comfort. Slowly, he finds nepenthe . . . an emerging light in a world of darkness.