Living in a temporary autonomous zone, a group of residents spend their days dealing with small lunatic plots, quixotesque farces and Rimbaudian delusions. The gross and quixotic adventure inevitably ends in a stalemate, the roundabout where the group finds itself stuck at the end of a tragicomic odyssey. An image that summarizes the absurd claim of founding a new vanguard. Leading up to the end of the aesthetic research, the residents end up finding a new ethic at the end of the road: after all, if the vanguards repeat themselves as farce, farce is hardly devoid of the disruptive power of the original gesture.