- One morning a man is arrested and tortured. Why? Nobody can say, least of all his interrogator. In this contemporary retelling of Edgar Alan Poe's story, the line between the torturer and the tortured blurs with surreal consequences.
- It's not a just war. It's just a war. One morning without having done anything wrong, a man is arrested, interrogated, and tortured. Why? Nobody can say, least of all his interrogator, who was just following orders. We are at war! Who are you to say whether we are liberators or occupiers? Who are you to judge the justness of our mission? In this contemporary retelling of Edgar Alan Poe's story, an interrogator must break an ordinary man and extract information from him. As the interrogation, deprivation and cruelty progresses, the line between the torturer and the tortured blurs. As the prisoner struggles to survive, his mind plays tricks to help ease the pain. After each interrogation, the interrogator increasingly finds himself unable to get the prisoner out of his mind. So, you think you have nothing left to lose? You're wrong. I am going to take you apart and play with you. I am going to eat your psyche. And you will break. You all break. They both descend into a shared world of surreal encounters, including a medieval inquisition, a ritual washing by angels with a promise of passage to paradise and a world populated by playful and tricksy rat children - the orphans of war. Who is the torturer? Who is the tortured? This was a war that was never meant to be won. The ticking of Father Time's clock is ever present and becomes louder. What either man believed or valued means nothing to the passing of time. The swinging of the clock's great pendulum will ultimately decide who escapes the eternal hell of the great pit and who doesn't.
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