Au ciment la brume

Arthur, a student journalist, returns to the small dormitory town where his mother Miriam lives to investigate strange disappearances that occurred twenty years earlier, when he was a child. He believes that these disappearances, and in particular that of his father, are linked to the explosion of a nuclear power plant in the nearby forest. Arthur finds a mute, weakened population, and an idle youth adrift, with no memory and no plans for the future. As the dome covering the plant cracks in his dreams, a mist emanates from the earth. A mist populated by ghosts.

Au ciment la brume is thus a play about melancholy. The ghost is melancholy taking on human form: it's the past imposing itself on the present. But it's also a play about reality: is Arthur's theory just a fabrication? As time passes, the past becomes obscured, and it becomes easier to reinvent it, one way or the other. How do we know, then, what the real story was? And if we don't know our past, how can we understand our present?