Harold Koenig lives in a small rooming house. Financially secure, his purpose in life consists solely in observing his surroundings and trying to discern and record philosophical truths. He is a genius and an outcast and sometimes a challenge to tolerate. And while Harold is mostly a kind man, he’s not always what he seems. Occasionally his insecurities cause him to react erratically when he feels he or others have been wronged. The deeper he retreats into his own head, the more he starts to question. "Is philosophy, are my efforts, nothing but an intellectual pastime?" he asks in his journal. "Perhaps I’m only filling blank paper and using up my days." As his doubts about life and truth grow, his grasp on reality seems to fade. Ultimately, what he thinks he experiences may be nothing but his own delusions.