A modern story of an actress that is in a theatre. In a place designed for representation, for daily reenactments of human passions, the film is focusing on the cruel awakening of the actress to her true self. More precisely to an “ancient self”. The one most people edit out of their lives: the garbage self.

In the darkness of a stalled underground train, two strangers get their feet swapped by some mysterious energy. One is a rugby player; the other is a ballet dancer. Can it come out well for either of them?