A gay son with a lot of clothes to wash is helped by his mother in sorting his laundry. While doing so, he looks back on his childhood days when he cleverly envisioned the laundry as a big ocean where the dirty clothes were cute little fishes. He also used to imagine the washing board as an enormous mountain and the basin as a paradise where the land meets the sea. But in this little world that he created, a sea witch trapped him in a bubble where he felt undesirable, unacceptable, and unbecoming.
Left with no one following the death of their grandfather, Grasya and Armando were forced to live with the same poverty-stricken scenarios of everyday living. They woke up early to grow crops in hopes that they could harvest it and fill their empty stomachs and table. In extreme exhaustion, Armando starts to grow in curiosity of who their god is. With this question, Grasya recalls a memory that would reveal the nature of their false-god who would make them mentally deranged from bitter lives and rumbling stomachs.
In a small bar illuminated by neon lights and pulsing with loud music, a queer guy, his face etched with melancholy, is lured to the dance floor by a daring stranger. They dance freely while drinking and share a moment of fondling, charged with sexual desires. Overcome by the thrill, the queer guy feels dizzy as everything starts to slow and blur.
His heartbeat feels like a slow knock on his unyielding rib cage. He starts breathing deeply. His heart is pounding so fast that he strokes gently his pummeling chest. His stomach feels troubled and uneasy. His body numbs while there are hurried trembles that muddle his flesh and bones. He is trying to calm himself but the terror inside only gets worse. He feels like dying.
