“It was one of those nights. The hot, heavy and thick air was sticking to my skin. The daylight wouldn’t fade that day, and the whole city was baked. The scorched asphalt stayed warm long into the night. I didn’t want to go anywhere. A tired Friday. I made myself a kombucha with vodka and cola. The ice melted immediately. I grabbed my hip bag and stepped into the dark.

I felt a bit nauseous the moment I hit the street. Excited, I don’t even know why. The night soaked into my t-shirt; I had it under my nails. I let the night pull me willingly, I let go of the reins.

Mu’taism started his set and it was like sliding into old slippers that just wouldn’t stop moving. The vibrating, marsh-like humidity was tangible throughout the whole club. I slowly plunged in so I could keep hearing those voices coming from a strange dimension inside my belly. A few last breaths before the black water surface closes over my head, and I dissolve.”

@mutaism

Words by Sebastian Sticzay
Artwork by Jakub Klimeš
Extract from Amphibian x Ankali (15.8.2025)