Revolutions, at Last, Forever and Ever [Révolutions, d'ébats amoureux, éperdus, douloureux]

Like a photo album long forgotten in an abandoned house, words and images gently recall, as if by osmosis, the outbursts of hope and distress of three women facing a disintegrating world. Also remember the silence of the one who said "Listen", then who was silent, never said anything again.