He lingers near the fridge, for instance, drinks a beer, is told by the woman with whom he lives that he ought to go for a walk. And, indeed, he does go for a walk, eventually. And encounters and observes, in the neighborhoods outside his home, the situations and conditions he would’ve expected to encounter and observe. Meaning, nothing extraordinary happens to Finnegan, at least not for a while. So that the story must find its ground (if it has one) in the very absence of a story.