An old man dreams of reclaiming a far away treasure, deluded by the thought that simply not eating will make him light enough to fly the distance his legs are too weak to walk. As he risks his health and his already deteriorating sanity, he is helped by a group of fellow outcasts who make their home in a city of blankets under an overpass.
Starts off building an expectation that some kind of interesting magical realism is about to take place, but then womp womp, it ends on a soggy toupee of a joke.