Tyson was a mess. And so he should be. Having your life ripped apart in front of you tends to do that. And running away from it, burying the pain in 'blackouts' you can never remember, only makes it worse. Especially if you run all the way to Patong, Thailand and spend the next ten years bouncing from one blackout to another in a demented version of the Truman Show, wandering the island in a daze, waking up in the most bizarre places, the trauma of the past never more than a spiralling thought away. His musical career a distant mirage on a long, straight road he had turned off years ago, vowing to himself he would never play again. Never live again. And yet, ten years ago everything was going so well for Tyson. Living in Castlemaine, a quiet little town an hour north of Melbourne, a gifted musician who spent as much time jamming as he did playing with his beautiful 5 year old daughter, Lulu. Everything was great. Of course, that was before his girlfriend's body was found embedded in a toxic creek. Add to that her father, a deranged, megalomaniac pig factory owner who wants Tyson dead, a vain local mayor with a cocaine problem, a freeway about to tear a path through the last remaining forest, and a night they all wish Tyson could forget. And within days his life as he knew it was gone. Along with most of his loved ones. Set against the backdrop of the bi-annual arts festival, Tyson is plunged further and further into the underbelly of the quiet little town, and it blows his world apart. Now his past is his present and there is nothing he can do to escape. By chance he meets a gnarly old sculptor on a beach and watches him create beauty out of the rubbish around them, and together they begin a journey that both of them, unbeknown to the other, have waited half a lifetime for. And through the lone sculptor his two worlds collide.