A natural act, liminally registered: intimacy subsisting and transforming through texture.

Tales from the pit, that's about it, I'm somewhere in the middle and I don't give a split. Dancing, energetic, amplified... If you are in a moshpit, you are in action...

My hotel room is perched at the intersection of two freeways, and, with the window open to let in the hot summer air, I can hear the comforting hum of traffic.