In Corsica, the roads high above the sea are dotted with monuments in memory of the people who, at that point along the road, suspended between sea and sky, lost their life. So, everyone on the island has their own personal idea of death.

L'île des morts

Anthony, Orsu and Pierre-Marie belong to Lupino. They grew up here, in these public housings trapped between the motorway and the hills, far from the seaside, far from the city center, far from anything. When summer comes, they go down the streets. They spend together long restless days on public benches and waste grounds, aching for some shadow, for some company, for an escape.