Jakub Doležal

Jakub found solace in the steady rhythm of his sewing machine, a sharp contrast to the decaying beauty of the spa town where he grew up. Rejecting the abrasiveness of modern life, he prefers the company of local pensioners and spa workers who bring him worn garments to mend, paying in bread rather than money when times are tough. At night, he lies awake fretting over the weight of his blanket and the weight of his worries, listening to the quiet hum of an empty town.