They had been searching under the thick steel beams for what there was no time to know, no hope to find. The harboring alleys ill-filled glimmering, grease and rain, touched, their skin’s filmy scent revealing the perverse nature which enlisted in this area. Tilting in shadow, slowly for miles and far from reach, this place persisted like the deserted density of a black hole...
Franck Vigroux: director, électronique, Ben Miller: texte and chante Azusa Takeuchi: dance, Yuta Ishikawa dance,
Félicie d’Estienne d’Orves: artist, Kurt D’ Haeseleer: video projection, Parine: stage lighting, Michel Simonot: dramatist.