SYNOPSIS

Four women, four ages: a piece about the passage of time. It raises the question of who makes the years go by on the clock. It talks about the horror of what is coming and about the happiness of having things behind you. And the denial to let age take precedence over beauty. “Because we always change, incessantly. Tomorrow we will not be what we were or what we are today. All devouring time, and you, jealous: let them consume you. Bite everything, piece by piece, and let it die forever. ” (Ovid, Metamorphosis)