An abstracted homecoming; a pilgrimage; a return to that most sacred of places. Lamps lit, compass dialled, energies centred, focused and bounding. Streets flooded in the collision of memory and conception, anticipation and reverence. Perhaps home is not the place you left, but the destination you’ve paved your hallucinations with.
11:00 pm - Owl
12:00am - Ketch Harbour Wolves
01:00am - Modern Citizen
