#zones

sandpups growing up scrambling up onto the back of motorbikes and crawling into the trunk of vans and cars. curling up with kids from other crews on top of caravans or huddled around fires while crashqueens and rebels and killjoys get wasted on cheap alcohol and sing and fight and dance. aging amongst the sand and stars, praying to the witch for fresh water, digging for cactus roots in the dirt and sharing sweets amongst one another. adorning each other's faces in paint and teaching one another to braid and sew and make bracelets to trade for food. childhood memories existing as a blur of market stalls and neon paint and blood, the roaring of engines and the sound of gunfire muffled from the electric music pouring from a crackly car speaker.