MY PROCESS
“On our arrival in Vilnius, where by total chance we stumbled onto a large burning wolf. It was a celebration of the fall equinox and the 700th anniversary of the founding of the city, although we didn't know that at the time. We were just walking along the river at sunset, when increasingly large crowds began to appear around us, until it was obvious that there was a gathering of some kind. That's when we saw the wolf. It spoke loudly, in Lithuanian. I don't speak Lithuanian, but that didn't totally matter in the moment. There were people with fire dancing around it and, as the night went on, eventually the wolf was engulfed in flames and smoke and ash poured out across the river and fell onto our faces. It was hard not to feel like I had just witnessed something which stretched back along my roots in these countries to something very primeval.”..... SCOTT LISTFIELD