Alex, a young addict who still nurtures a few dreams, sells his body in Montréal’s Centre-Sud district. He’s flanked by Bruno, Simon, Jeanne, Éric and Velma, all of them caught in the same spiral of compulsion. Marginalized by society yet hostage to its market logic, they are the fallen angels of a dark and violent time. Ghosts stripped of past and future, they roam, buffeted by the whims of the eternal now — a journey they undertake in defiant solitude punctuated by bouts of fevered consumption. Yet their beauty somehow survives, rebellious amid the ruins. From one fix to the next, desire becomes a life raft, a port in the storm as their bodies, exultant, seek to avenge the humiliation to which they are condemned. Orphans of a wild tribe, they live and love, restless vagrants in the shadows of society’s comfort and indifference. To paraphrase Jean Genet, Love in The Time Of Civil War gives a voice to the unexpressed.