Should I run or should I hide?
Yikes. Are there perhaps, corners of the world where ancient gods of oak, stone and fire are still worshipped? Where strange wooden totems are erected and a sulphurous fog hangs in the hollows, like the exhalation of some forgotten deity? Despite swallowing chapter 2 of the book of creative writing whole 🙂 The answer is no I’m afraid. Just a bunch of fire-eaters plotting their next display on a misty, light polluted evening at the Audiosoup festival.