Tuesday, 08:05, London
Flowing into and out of the Levels.
Breathing in and out of our lungs.
The flux of people to and from the site.
A pilgrimage around the longest days of the year.
Darkness still descends. Inevitable. Inescapable. A different sensescape.
The microclimate of the festival. Landscape and weather altered. The weather finally touchable. Different each side of a stage as it will be each side of our camp. Air flowing over the land disturbed by tents, stages, food trucks and installations. The ground heating and emitting differently to as it were an open field.