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Can the simplest mechanisms of our language repeated ad infinitum be the very essence of a theatrical performance?

And will play, will life be shaken from its omnipresent lethargy if an "Elsewhere" - not represented, not experienced - grafts itself with difficulty around a monotony of narration?

The characters, whose names are unimportant, don't worry about what might exist in a universe that escapes them.

So people tell stories, tell each other about lives their own perhaps - but how do we know? the events themselves - "The Revolution as they say" - collide with this closed world. The characters remain frozen in their autarky. When one of them "comes alive", "evolves", it's because he's been captured by the outside world. He lets himself be drawn in without passion, because there's probably nothing else to "do". The others watch him walk away with indifference. All that's left is for them to tell stories, to tell each other lives, their own perhaps...

Jean-Luc Lagarce