A woman sits alone in an office waiting room. She inhales, deeply. She can smell... herself. So begins a surrealist odyssey that takes in blue mountains and giant duvets, prosthetic limbs and oranges, cannibalism and active wear, before ending in a gym. Swords is a narrative about the absurdity of rationality, the attempt to impose order on chaos, the gradual decay of selfhood in a world without MEANING. But, mostly, it is the story of a gradual stumble into emotional connection and the joys and terrors that can bring.