Where everyone's name is Butterfly, bottled water is worth it's weight in gold and quiet is the enemy.
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It's a period in my life where you called a hotline from a payphone to destination #1, to get the map in order to get to destination #2. Sometimes taking a hand written, xeroxed piece of paper from a guy in a giant hoodie helping you to make it thru three or four map points until you finally reached that amazingly abandoned, thumping, pulsing warehouse that would soon become your entire universe.
And sometimes, just sometimes -- the best part of the night would be the journey itself........
not the destination.
Rave on.
{captured on film in all it's chaotic glory by photographer Bjorn Ewers}
