Have you ever noticed the beauty of a cumulonimbus cloud about to burst into tears? Can you recall the smell of wet earth after the rain? When was the last time you caressed a tree, even a dead one ? In a dystopian faraway future, meet Trebor (a tree in a pot) and Robert (an acrodancer). Intertwined, leaning on one another, these two entities exist in sync, supporting each other throughout the half-hour acrobatic dialogue that is La Vieille Souche1. Minimalistic, absurd, optimistic, auditory and highly physical, the act places Robert and Trebor on an equal footing. Following the connecting embrace between the two characters, the audience will go through the collective experience of planting Trebor on or around the performance site. La Vieille Souche is an ode dedicated to life, in all its absurdity, and to the walnut tree at the bottom of the garden of my childhood home; a tree which bore my first treehouses, the early sorrows of my heart, and which still bears – proudly – the scars of the swing’s ropes.