coachella part 2

Is it the last day or the first? I'm sweaty, dirty. I can taste the grit in my teeth, feel the dust scratching my eyes. Nights of pulsing hues and forms from dancing worlds mesh with mine till we are one heaving, breathing, beautiful beast. And I want this forever. One day I will join you all on stage, a surgeon possessed, medicating you thirsty animals with my saccharine tonic. Stay thirsty, it won't be long.

Photographs and words by Cherry.