A house lived in for many years though deserted, never really leaves us.
Dir. Brvtvs Collective
Tucked away in a corner of the countryside, a house acts as a stage for human be- haviour; it keeps its reign over the surroundings by maintaining its estrangement from the nature that surrounds it. When civilisation collapses following an unknown natural disaster, the house lies abandoned, its inhabitants having fled the chaos. Left alone, now deserted, surrounded by dying nature and an unstable climate, the elements run wild around its body. Its structure begins to sag, the walls begin to flake, yet the house withstands the passing of time.
Reduced to its bare essence – walls and a roof -, what is left of life progressively comes to shelter, to feed, to find protection. Within its sanctum and all around, among predators and prey, large and small, animal and vegetable, life in all its forms cohabits, and progressively strikes up a new form of balance. This dwelling, which was once an intrusion, then an empty shell, reduced to ruin, becomes the ref- uge of the living. Rediscovered by vegetation and populated by different animals, it witnesses a gradual assimilation, a return to nature, until it is indistinguishable from it.
And then, suddenly, Humanity reappears too. We have also survived, adapted ourselves out of necessity. A group of individuals pass near what is left of the house. Only a child stops and stares, inquisitive. He approaches what is left of the door, slowly, and enters the darkness of the Refuge. All the animals fall silent. On the ground, he finds a bunch of keys belonging to the house and seizes them, when a voice calls out from afar. He rushes out of the house and runs to join his group who are carrying on their way. Little by little, the sounds of insects and small animals pick up again.