Father Midnight

A semi-domesticated woodwose, stumbling towards the next Späti. Longhaired, bearded and barefooted. Hardly covered with some pretty moss. Bending two linden trees while letting himself drop between plastic bagged dog shit and broken glass. Ready to watch the archaic spectacle take place. In a Dionysian ritual an urban nature spirit is called. Its midnightly birth is illuminated by flickering neon lights - and where else is so called nature brought to existence, if not in the middle of the night?