In the beginning of Time, the great Creator Reason, made the Earth to be a Common Treasury, Amid all our familiar scenes stand memorials of the people who were here before us. In the wild magic of midsummer night's eve, we embark on an hallucinatory journey through weed choked lay-bys where normative logic bends and succumbs to the tangential, the wayward and the transcendental. Here the ether is populated with unruly beasts and revolting peasants, an insolent jumble of noises, fragments and connections, unobserved rites, wild anarchy and the violence that haunts the spectral pastoral.