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What are the rhythms with which we syncopate life? Are they similar regardless of scale? Do they guide us? What happens when our rhythms are broken? Or us? If we can't syncopate, do we lose control? If so, what are the consequences? A man in the aftermath. Did he lose it, or was it lost on him? This is theatre played on the edge of naturalism where a significant action becomes purely resonant like music. It's about the wars that rage every day in our lives and beyond.