That's it, he is 40 years old. And the observation is bitter:

By dint of non-choice and never really taking control of himself, he finds himself again and again in the same place, in a galley of money, without a girlfriend and without work. Yet another return to square one that will finally motivate him to react, take control and listen to someone other than the voice in his head.

At the beginning, we're born ; at the end, we die. In between, things occur. bref. is the story of a guy in between.

Extraordinary chronicles of an ordinary man whose only particular trait is his ability to focus on the smallest details. Drifting through his usual love stories, typical friends, an ordinary family, and dead-end jobs—is life just passing him by?