From Morocco

I now know the pleasures of being scrubbed head to toe by a fellow gentleman in a steamy room down a dimly lit back street. The Hammams of morocco cleanse. Usually found close to the local mosque these chambers envelop themselves around you like the familiar womb from which we all came. Mother womb. The evening call to prayer. The evening werewolves. The snake charmers. The unmistakeable warm smell of hash burning slow. From morocco…. All in search of The Low Suns

Jack x