A single man is on stage, standing before other men. In itself all possibilities: he is the power.

He is alone, like a man who asks questions to a God who makes marks in the sand, instead of answering, absent. 
His God has returned, as told in the novel by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Next to him the instruments to amplify himself; his justifications, his alibis, the continuous attempt to forgive himself, to build the imagination of the world where to choose freely in the form of constraint.

F.Chiantese.