Three volunteers tell three stories. The surface underneath them is in a state of permanent revolution.

As the ground turns, as they turn inside out, one speaks about the shattering of illusions. Another about the balance between liberty and solidarity. The third about the delicate thread that binds passion to analysis.

Each tell the story by talking about the substance of stone. Stone, unbreakable, becomes fluid in their accounts. They drink the arrack of stone like the ‘three tasters’ – Confucious, Lao Tze and Buddha drank vinegar, tasting the different flavours of truth.

Revolutions occur when the apparently unyielding rock of our world melts and flows like heady wine.