A film about rural life in the midst of great local, national and global change. A new motorway ploughs through a community in the west of Ireland, a glaring symbol of our modern age. Over the next 7 years the film weaves an epic tapestry of reflections from bog-lands, fire-sides, race tracks and hurling pitches; all while the country is hit by the worst economic crisis it has ever faced and the realisation that we are living unsustainably slowly dawns. W.B Yeats, who lived in the area where the film is set, provides the title's prophetic words and prompts us to consider the value of memory and the impermanence of our existence. All is in flux. The mis-use of our natural resources percolates beneath the surface and rises up in the form of rising flood-waters. The proliferation of a landscape shaped by man suggests that it won't be time that ends our civilisation but the actions of humans. This award winning film exists somewhere between classic ethnography, abstract poetry and a clarion call for the age we live in.
