Something wicked this way comes indeed. Inevitably. A barb wire is already wrapped around you, fairly tightly, it hurts and cuts your skin and you cry and bleed and hurt yourself even more while trying to wipe salty tears, some of which make their way to those dry lips. Still you dance. Lose yourself in sound, rhythm, melody, in the light and in the darkness. It takes you in through the cacophony of jungle... that's where all the magic is.
Photo, text and sound by Le Chocolat Noir for Trzecia Fala.