last night's party

Night turned to day, and day to night. We stomped our feet to the tribal bonfire of noise, threw our heads back and howled. We revelled in hedonistic pleasures, caught up in it all. And when we were done, when our hearts beat so fast and loud it hurt our ears and chests, we took the train home and walked back in the dark. All we could hear was the ocean, our path lit up by the moon, a generous floating spotlight in the sky.

Photographs by Cherry.