I AM being led down a long dry gravel path into a large open expanse of fervent and moist valley, I’ve been told of the many wasps’ nests and the rabbits are all dying of myxomatosis, there’s people up ahead snail-backing tents, life bags stuffed with warm cider and wet wipes, the man walking alongside me has a trolley suitcase its wheels never touch the ground, he insists on carrying his trolley, I later find out that the trolley solely consists of toilet roll and one tweed herringbone single breasted jacket. The toilet roll trolley man later became known as “Wind yer’ neck in.”

Every year bar 2018 people have been gathering in this field in Braziers Park, Oxford, to come together as a mass organism and celebrate the collective consciousness of art and music.

Everyone who comes here understands the hold the place has over them and seems willing to submit their minds and bodies to the “experience” but It’s not like that sexy scene in “Eyes wide shut” nor is it a cult. It’s just a load of people in a field experimenting with their minds and bodies. What’s important is that they are doing it together without the capitalist communication devices. In fact this year it was reported that 48 devices were lost to the compost toilets. Perhaps on purpose?

I think people feel happiest when they are all together as one mass, their bodies moving in time to the heartbeats per minute, phones lost to the compost, but I want them to feel even more connected, how do we do this? What about covering them in a transparent sheet of reusable plastic, how about we pretend this plastic is a huge hymen?

To ensure they stay as one we could go around the outside M25 style, sticking them all together with industrial clingfilm. Then I could clamber atop of the plastic hymen covered in foam and not much else and use their collective weight to keep me afloat. Just to ensure they can’t leave we should probably add some extra industrial plastic round the outside of this repurposed shed we’re all now stuck in. This is now getting out of hand.

I’ve used up three cans of high-grade professional stage foam and there’s someone screaming at me about how I’m killing the earth with all this plastic. No-one can leave, no-one can enter. We end up stuck together with clingfilm and foam. It feels great to be stuck together like this.

“A human being is part of the whole, called by us ‘Universe’; a part limited in time and space. They experience themselves, their thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest — a kind of optical delusion of consciousness.

This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and affection for a few persons nearest us.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.

Nobody is able to achieve this completely but striving for such achievement is, in itself, a part of the liberation and a foundation for inner security.”

Albert Einstein