Postcard from the Mysterious Boar’s Head Tavern

We’re waiting for wine, a whole roasted pig, and amphetamines. Like a raven with no home or name, just sitting in the tower waiting for the wind to turn. There is dancing in the grave while mites crawl in rhythm. Everyone plays hide and seek in ghost costumes, but gold teeth shine in the darkness. Stepping over sharp stones, come open our coffins; it is a long, rocky road to the mysterious Boar’s Head Tavern.

Images were made with the original Fujifilm x100 and a Ricoh Griii + a homecooked monochrome preset in Lightroom.