Gleaming through the trees, small rays of sunlight hit the puddles of rain that stretched along the tracks. Our cart rocked from side to side while specks of light danced about the forest canvas. In the distance you could sometimes make out the immense mountain ranges encircling us at all times.

Caught somewhere between the frenzied energy of techno raves and the mystical charm of eastern fairytale landscapes, Georgia instilled in me a deep fascination. Thus I set out to create a short zine detailing my experiences.

The 14-page publication contains personal photographs from the trip paired with short poems and prose interludes.