On the one hand, the stories of Simon Johannin, raw and tender, dirty and sensitive, stemming from the asphalt, from a chaotic feeling of everyday life, from a certain youth. On the other, the performance techno of Jardin, autotuned, ambient, or projected into a wall of noise. In this performance Simon Johannin unfolds the monologue of a man talking to himself to cling to reason.

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