Part theatrical work, part installation, part warehouse party. It’s the beginning and the end, the final celebration before the next. It’s joyous. It’s cripplingly depressed. It’s uniquely yours, and it’s coming.
pre-party panic attack, be there in 5
Yeah I’ll be there in a bit, just coming home from the gym xx
In the darkness, candles comfort
Sage to stop the spirits’ stare
Offer what you’ll miss tomorrow
These last hours, see us there
I WANT A KEBAB AND A LIE DOWN
One night only. Summer.