Camino Jarguna

Camino, the journey, the path of the journey. This one leads to fiery lands, with dark, ancient earth. Gasoline burn, Typhoon swirls and multiplies, a red, devastating sea of flames. The sky full of smoke, the desire for a breathing mask, miasmatic air.

Ash rain falls down, gnarled, dried branches and twigs burst, burn. Citrusy cypress, pleasant incense cedar, a convolute of burned and thus olfactorily potentiated and modified woods. A walk through the destruction.

But alongside, further facets unfold. In the entrance, there are almost citrus notes that gently try to counteract the brown-black birch tar. Gradually, a hint of animality emerges. Of the kind that one perceives the presence/reminiscence of an animal. Lost in the cathartic effect of the fire. What remains: dust; drought, soot.

Eventually, bitter green nuances dare to emerge, trying to soothe the battered and agitated earth. However, it is nothing more than a homeopathic relief. Here the journey ends. No happy ending, the ruins of a vestibule rise into the sky, cooling smoke ascends, somewhere a charred beam splinters with a groan. Many sacrifices have been made for Moloch.