He’s holding on to memories, clinging on to his wife’s ashes and her favourite dress. What he does with them is unconventional, unhealthy, but he doesn’t know how else to grieve.
He hadn’t even been able to cry.
All he can think of is what he saw that night. The night a demented murderer took his wife and transformed her body into an “art exhibition”. It was the last time he saw his wife… what’s left of her.
He’s stuck in the present, when all he wants is to go back to the past. All he wants is to be with his wife, wherever she may be.