This is a short post about an episode that happened in the February of 2014.
The weather was pretty dull. Not too cold but far from being nicely warm. The sky was kinda cloudy but with no visible, well-defined clouds in sight. More like uniformly overcast with some colorless substance put there by some shady deep state organization tasked to make life appropriately miserable until springtime. Why? How the hell could I know that. But what I definitively know, is that one can never know with so many potential conspirators around.
I was driving around the northern part of Istra, the peninsula on which I live, and a bunch of friends were in the car with me. We stopped in quite a few places, I took a bunch of photographs along the way, but I can't tell you the names or teleportation coordinates of those places because it all happened in 2014 and I barely remember the last year's stuff.
Anyway. We were driving around and I'm pretty sure that we didn't have a plan. There was no destination, no goal was set, besides maybe returning back home alive which was quite probably taken for granted.
At one point, somewhere (who knows where) we came across a small abandoned house and a big piece of nylon. I had some fun photographing the house through the nylon. If I could exit my body & mind, and take a look at myself as an objective observer, I'll say that some people with cameras have weird ways of getting a bit of fun in their lives.
We saw plenty of trees on that occasion. And we tried to talk with those deeply rooted creatures. We had no response. The trees were probably sleeping.
At one point some of us started dancing around.
A friend got possessed by some local spirit, so she started performing some kind of ritual, some abracadabra stuff and shit like that.
It all looked fairly harmless at first ...
... but soon she got lifted in the air ...
... and disappeared into the impenetrable sky.
AND THAT'S IT. AS ALWAYS IN THESE POSTS ON HIVE, THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE MY WORK - THE END.
