At the beginning of the Anthropocenen Epoch, a rural community carve out their lives while a motorway ploughs forth through their landscape. It goes no further than the town of Gort in the west of Ireland, halted by the dawn of a financial crisis.
In this poetic documentary-essay, a myriad of personalities weave an epic tapestry through the bog lands, farms, fire-sides, race tracks and hurling pitches of recession Ireland. “We might all need to be remembered some day” says a storyteller by a lake, as he defines the importance of folk tales living on in collective memory, long after the death of the protagonist. Also attesting to the impermanence of our existence; whatever we do, say or make during our lives, will eventually be forgotten while nature will reclaim all evidence of our civilisations.
W.B. Yeats while living in the same area, understood the futility of our quest to be remembered, when he wrote the lines pleading…
“And may these characters remain, when all is ruin once again.”