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Julia, Hayal, and Kiwi have several things in common: They're all artists, they're all queer, they share the same apartment on the second floor of a concrete cube, and none of them are making it. Hayal struggles with depression in the aftermath of turning her art into her livelihood, Julia is ready to write herself into an early grave if that's what it takes to turn hers into a job, and Kiwi's fear of himself - and of being disowned - keeps his glam punk dreams from coming true.

The only thing that's worse than being a young artist in a world where people expect you to have a LinkedIn profile is to be roommates with two more of them.