Le Petit Théâtre du Bout du Monde presents a series of characters whose portraits bear a strange resemblance to ours. They move to the slow rhythm of the revolutions of an unreal clock that tells them of the Anthropocene, yet without awakening their sleeping consciences. Wandering human or animal figures, these imaginary poets observe the world from their limited metabolism, from the bottom of their ladder. They live and change with us. 

Here we claim to be working towards our own remission, through the creation and poetry of theatre, by devising a kind of shared experience that is more legitimate than the dogmas of the IMF or of the CAC 40. This subterranean universe on the fringes of art brut is strewn with objects of times gone by, relics of a technological past that has already become obsolete. A rod puppet, an enigmatic mole-like figure with luminous eyes, acts as a guide...