Early every morning he buys coffee out of a vending machine and travels from his tiny home to clean toilets in Tokyo's public parks. He goes about this with great diligence.
At lunchtime Hirayama photographs the light through the trees. He mostly eats from the same few places. Aside from this he reads and listens to music, mostly 60s and 70s Western rock, on cassette. At night he dreams in black and white.
That's it.
In a film that is almost dialogue free for the first 75 minutes Wim Wenders and Takuma Takasaki manage to say an awful lot.
Hirayama goes about being quietly human at people and slowly, very slowly, we begin to know him. When he hugs his estranged sister goodbye we know both everything and nothing about how he came to be where he is.
10/10 no notes. There's more revealed about the human soul in that one scene than many filmmakers' entire careers.