The sound of cicadas, and that almost nothing from which everything is born. With a bird's eye view over a bed of pink mattresses, the audience immerses itself in the representation of a neuronal space proposed by the members of the Foulles collective. Welcoming and malleable, the soft brain of existence leads us into a seemingly gentle space, even though it is the epicentre of a nervous system responsible for all our movements, thoughts and fears. The floating atmosphere that hangs over the room is strange. On a floor covered with mattresses, five human beings are resting. Nothing moves, or at least very slowly. Only a few metronomic beats echo through the room. The bodies move, gradually. Nothing seems to be rushing these wandering larvae... And yet you can feel the tension, anything could happen. You lose track of time and let yourself be carried away by the synaptic connections that bring back, in a jumble, an adolescent memory, a piece of music playing in your head, the memory of a YouTube tutorial... Noëlie Jeannerat for L'Atelier Critique.