Footage by Nic Grobler
Sounds by Frank Ocean ('zat okay Frank? We really like you)
"Heaven is under our feet", Henry David Thoreau but how did you know tho?
We parked off on a highway stretching between somewhere and somewhere else, walked up over a swell of sand and back down into bounty. A kankerbossie called out to Zayaan, we each ate 5 of its little leaves that leave your tongue with a licorice goodbye and things got brighter, shimmier after that. We tasted mustard seed pods and gathered imphepho. I had brought my bow and arrows, feeling that in order for me to learn to hunt I have to begin to place myself in moments of potential. Nothing crossed our paths and yet we ate plenty, healed a migraine and soaked spring deep into our bones.