coachella part 1

Lights fight for my attention, an acid rain of lasers washing over me, pinching my pupils, hypnotising me with sensory overload. Music courses through my veins, my heart pumping a rhythm in time with this insanity, this energetic monster, this freight train. The pace quickens, and I rush to meet it. From so far away on that nebulous cloud, it comes faster and faster, a quickening I could never be ready for. And at this moment the explosion occurs- first my eyes, a burning screaming banshee trying to get out. I squeeze them tight and she travels to my chest, caged, fighting for a way out. And this prisoner incarcerated within this bony cell will not rest.

Photographs and words by Cherry.