Huge, iridescent drops of water form on Emma's hand; flowers sprout from her fingers. A rave in the forest; snack bars and street cars; shared kitchens. Surreal wakefulness, restless sleep, and lots of drugs. Conversations about trivialities and the existential. And between the fantastically magic impressions, a sharp image of the present.
Neil Wigardt's associative, atmospherically dazzling debut follows a young woman from one party to the next, through highs and lows, from encounter to encounter. A kaleidoscope of voices and faces, other people's thoughts and her own, absorption in the present and questions about the future. In the intoxication of drugs, light, and music, in the dance of bodies and relationships, boundaries dissolve and identities become fluid.
Huge, iridescent drops of water form on Emma's hand; flowers sprout from her fingers. A rave in the forest; snack bars and street cars; shared kitchens. Surreal wakefulness, restless sleep, and lots of drugs. Conversations about trivialities and the existential. And between the fantastically magic impressions, a sharp image of the present.
Neil Wigardt's associative, atmospherically dazzling debut follows a young woman from one party to the next, through highs and lows, from encounter to encounter. A kaleidoscope of voices and faces, other people's thoughts and her own, absorption in the present and questions about the future. In the intoxication of drugs, light, and music, in the dance of bodies and relationships, boundaries dissolve and identities become fluid.