Howard Phillips Lovecraft sometimes wrote his tales in a state of trance, even unconsciousness. Starting from mysterious audio tapes found at his home, 'Return to Providence' reveals the duplicity of this man from another time in broad daylight. We find him lost in his fantasies, trapped between the fear of vanished gods at the end of the seas and the peace of his childhood home in Providence, place of wisdom and constant daydreams.

Howard Phillips Lovecraft sometimes wrote his tales in a state of trance, even unconsciousness. Starting from mysterious audio tapes found at his home, 'Return to Providence' reveals the duplicity of this man from another time in broad daylight. We find him lost in his fantasies, trapped between the fear of vanished gods at the end of the seas and the peace of his childhood home in Providence, place of wisdom and constant daydreams.

Howard Phillips Lovecraft sometimes wrote his tales in a state of trance, even unconsciousness. Starting from mysterious audio tapes found at his home, 'Return to Providence' reveals the duplicity of this man from another time in broad daylight. We find him lost in his fantasies, trapped between the fear of vanished gods at the end of the seas and the peace of his childhood home in Providence, place of wisdom and constant daydreams.

Howard Phillips Lovecraft sometimes wrote his tales in a state of trance, even unconsciousness. Starting from mysterious audio tapes found at his home, 'Return to Providence' reveals the duplicity of this man from another time in broad daylight. We find him lost in his fantasies, trapped between the fear of vanished gods at the end of the seas and the peace of his childhood home in Providence, place of wisdom and constant daydreams.

Determined to change his life, the Count of Servadac donated his castle and each of the bodies of the family members to the avant-garde medicine of William Stein (great-grandson of Victor Frankenstein), duly poisoned for this purpose. . Opportunity for Stein to carry out the first transplant of memory neurons on human corpses.

My family have begun to forget their Egyptian roots and, on asking my grandmother Malo to recount the first part of her life in Cairo, I am confronted by the memories of an exiled Arabic woman, lost in a troubled sea of memories, soon to be erased by the passage of time. I start a tour to trace her steps and understand who she is, and therefore who we are. An Egypt appears where her past, my imaginings and the present Heliopolis mix together as night falls.