To The Sandals

Nightmares know how to disguise themselves as dancing lights. It seems like a club, music, a crowd of feet moving in an endless rhythm ‘back and forth,’ but inside, memories of red blades and heavy dreams still rustle. The city can slam shut in front of you like a shop window after closing time, but someone's outstretched hand suddenly breaks that lock. The song is like a strange parade of images - from milk deals to cracked heels - as if the chaos of the streets and dreams has merged into a single stream. And in this stream there is room for dance, which pulls out all the darkness until it begins to glow with neon.