Sari

An unbridled jungle takes over the rim of the cup. Creatures lurk beneath the tangled foliage: A marten, a bat, a deer’s floating head. This is not a realm of logic but of the untamed and instinctual. The energy is nocturnal, dangerous but exciting. In this territory the seeds of growth are planted by unpredictability and succumbing to desire. This is the drinker’s personal form of wonderland, if they dared to fall down the rabbit hole. But for all its burgeoning creative energy, this mystical realm is contained only to one side of the cup. The other side is barren, vapid, vacuous except for a desktop computer and a figure typing away on it, sucked into the rhythms of responsibility and ordinary life. The subconscious jungle pulsates, begging for it not to be ignored.  

Tennis Bar, Berlin-Neukölln, 18.1.2026, 8PM.