A middle-aged man returns to his hometown, Stockholm, after years of being away. And here, tired of the misunderstanding and hypocrisy that wear out human relationships, he finds refuge in solitude, which he embraces as if it were an old friend.
Lonely promeneur, he follows the metamorphosis of the landscape through the seasons, training in silence and rediscovering the pleasure of listening to it. A piano plays in the distance, books keep him company, and while darkness envelops him making him invisible, experience and imagination intertwine, to the point of composing the fabric of a poem.
Intimate, disturbing, Solo is a meditation on withdrawal from a condition that is indeed a cursed destiny, but at the same time generates inspiration and, as such, is claimed as a distinctive sign of the artist, the lifeblood for one's renewed commitment. The diary of a solitary life thus becomes a reflection on the creative process and an acute examination of the contradictions of modernity.
