Savage Journeys

Objective reporting? Leave that to the suits shivering in the press pen. Here, the writer buys the ticket and takes the ride, dragging you kicking and screaming along with them. These are first-person dives into the belly of the beast – festivals turned feral, cities imploding, subcultures simmering with strange energies. It’s not about what happened, but the raw, subjective, often chemically-fueled feeling of being caught in the maelstrom. Strap in. It might get weird.