Nothing has been established, neither ideas nor principles. Everything is movement: rising or falling, posture and breathing, bodies, looks, unsteady scenery or suspended light. Let’s imagine that everything collapses at the very beginning to allow a new deal: Relaunch the human machine, with spontaneity the only credo. Disorder has been sown: the theater has crumbled, the dancers are on the floor, the light is flickering, everything has vanished in the ruins of the music… The pulse has paused. A new performance society is about to be born. First with new ways approaches to the body: look for a different way to move, change your verticality, try using even fragile supports. The dancers will re-tame space in a free, instinctive, sometimes tumultuous way: they will move with an almost animal misconduct, rise up suddenly, collide, follow each other, spring, fall, moving to their own beat. In this fevered to and fro, they will reach for new human codes, to ask the question of absolute freedom and social order: How do we coexist without dominating while tolerating other types of creature/people? Enter and leave groups, break the flow or take part in the appearance of obviously plural individuals. The fragility of raw and massive bodies, and the resistance of slight and frail forms is going to cause trouble… Intimacy is disturbed but the chorus grooves and balances in this bodily cacophony.