One morning where nothing starts. I discover the rubble of a recent past : an old foundry completely ripped open on the edge of a small village in Brittany. Over the course of a passage, a crossing, I draw the contours of this space. This is a film about oblivion, about modern ruins, a political film in which the foundry comes to symbolize the upheavals of the working world, the society that stirs us, and the unceasing acceleration of progress...
