Subconscious Valley
Swish Rattle Clink Tap. A mishmash of beads, pods, ceramic and stone trinkets which are hanging from the rear view mirror sway back and forth as the rusty van rattled, haphazardly manoeuvring along the uneven road. Water, time and roots working in unison to buckle the asphalt beneath the worn tires, the road narrow and washed away in large sections. It snaked at the base of ancient towering cliffs which loomed above the valley.
