An actress and an actor, who are also two directors, meet after reading The Disappearance of the Rites of Byung-Chul Han.

M: There will be two of us talking about our needs, I say.
A: But the public also intervenes. Like a dialogue
M: Yes, a dialogue, but mysterious.
A: Yes, mysterious, you're right.
M: mh mh

A score of two for more people and characters: Marcella and Andrea have been doing theatre for a long time and this time they decide to do it together with the audience. An act of sharing similar to a ritual, where personal and private memories can emerge: blowing out the candles in the dark singing all the same song, watching over a loved one sitting silently, exchanging faiths for some, singing the anthem to the World Cup, demonstrating, the bachelor party…

“Rites and ceremonies are genuine human actions capable of making life appear festive and magical, while their disappearance desecrates and profanes it, making it mere survival. From a re-enchantment of the world, therefore, one could expect a curative energy capable of counteracting collective narcissism.”

A collective ritual, in fact, in 60 minutes. A group tragicomedy. A show that can hurt but console at the same time.

M: We live an hour away. One day I'll call you and tell you.
A: And I answer you: I know, embeh?
M: Why don't we meet up to do some theater stuff together?
A: …
M: Ah no, wait, now I remember, before I made you condolences. The night before there had been the vigil.
A: We were on the phone for a while.
M: You told me about your feelings, your hands, something like that.
A: Yes, yes. And you told me that you only remember his hands, you talked about the hands, and the veins in the hands, things like that.
M: Then we started talking about a book by a Korean, then the Greek tragedies. And then we got lost talking about ourselves and our loves.
A: Then I missed the train and took another one. I thought: Well, it'll end up in nothing, as always.