We were too young to be taking it, but the hubris of early youth and the brashness of a summer ushered us onwards. Taking a second tab was a mistake, compounded by our leader getting arrested with the ingredient of fire. We grew cold on the beach, losing language, lingering above the pebbles like a sea mist. The waves weaved the dark into us till we wer as blue as the lady on the perforated squares. Later we discover the temple shared the name of the doses. Some of us at least.

AR piece, depicts an artefact of a forgotten deity, more substantial than an egregore, less certain than a visitation. Shades of Ishtar. Blind

Our Blue Lady of Echt

Our Blue Lady of Echt

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