Every day, Bertrand dutifully records his blood sugar and blood pressure. Every day, he meticulously irons his white shirt and eats a breakfast of egg yolks and white bread. And every day he goes out into the street, camera slung over his shoulder, to admire beautiful women and make memories. After returning wounded from Afghanistan, the ex-soldier tries to organize his life as precisely as sheet music, so as to avoid thinking about his solitude and having to face reality.