STUMBLING OUT THE DARK CAVE OF LIVERPOOL Street Station on to a windswept Bishopgate we head toward Hanover to replenish our ‘PLANT BASED FOOD SYSTEM’. Walking against the current of hurrying people, we follow a cloud of friendly neon skull winged butterflies wandering playfully. We listen to their fluttering as they casually flock together singing ‘FRIDAY I’M IN LOVE’. Jumping puddles on Fournier Street we catch glimpses of Khruangbin being mobbed by a psychedelic cyan tribe ‘TIL THE SUN GOES DOWN’ on Mister Fox and the red lipped green Moon. ‘DREAM BIGGER, BETTER, WEIRDER’ chatter the teeth of the saturated inhabitants flaunting in the shadows, crowned and paint smeared with the vibrant green curse of Ra — the god of the sun peeps out from beneath vanishing fish scales quietly watching the spark of life being torn apart — ‘NOW OR NEVER’ call the crows, while picking over the glowing bones of the foolish remainers.
IN PICTURES — Brick Lane, London, England.