the wonderland of Bisti, a wilderness of strange rocks and extreme temperatures. R has brought along his wolfin companion. she stoically suffers under shade as precious as water—and almost as inexistant.

we attempt, and fail, a DMT journey at sunset. a foolish undertaking, in retrospect, as we have been exposed to the sun all day and R’s Scandinavian skin is turning pink.

JP’s night proves a psychedelic breeze. for R, the echo of a soon-to-be-deceased relative creeps upon him, taking the form of violent spirit wind.

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