G: The crowd . . . my brother said the crowd went weird. This will sound really stupid, saying it like this, in broad daylight. My brother wasn’t a junkie. I asked him if he was on something, just to be sure, but he said no and I believed him. So he told me there was this guy who stepped out of the crowd, he walked up to the stage, and he cut his veins open right there with a broken beer bottle. Blood poured out. My brother freaked out, he called for help. But nobody came. He said it was like . . . like the whole room went one shade darker. But the guy didn’t collapse. Blood poured out of him, black blood, because it was so dark. It flew over the floor, covering everything like paint. But the guy didn’t collapse. And the crowd started dancing, but that’s not even the right expression, because they weren’t dancing, they acted like they had all become one, they were swaying, a lot of silhouettes, you know, merging, like trees in a forest. My brother made several drawings of this too. He looked up at the stage and saw that the musicians were not even playing their instruments, they were just standing there. Or they were levitating, or some fucking thing, because apparently their feet didn’t touch the stage. My brother looked at the crowd, and they were above the ground too. They were spinning round and round, and writhing, but slowly, as if they were underwater. And they were naked, but their skin looked dark. Not in an unnatural way, more like . . . he said their skin was like night itself. One of these guys turned inside himself while spinning, his whole body twisted and he turned into a big circle, then got smaller, then he was gone. He disappeared into himself. At this point my brother laid down on the floor and pressed his head against the ground so that he could feel the vibration. And he said for a minute he could hear.

B: What?

G: He said it was music. Some kind of music. And crying and laughter. And rain. That’s what he heard.

B: And then?

G: Then it was all over. He looked up and the crowd wasn’t there anymore. Neither was the band. The lights were up. The cleaning lady was poking him with the mop, telling him to get out because the party was over. She thought he had fallen asleep on the floor.

B: And isn’t that possible?

G: Yeah, of course, that’s possible.

B: Did your brother change after this?

G: I told you, he would draw all the time, and it was like he tried to hum some kind of melody, only he was deaf. He became quite distracted and anxious. I was worried about him. Not long after that he got hit by that car. There was something weird about it, though.