I.B. Sundström - Röd Strand - Tape

In the realm of the cannibals, the sun is high in the sky.
The surfers have fallen asleep smiling in the hot sand, lying there listening to the waves rolling in. The fires in the mountains turn the sky pink. It is both a promised and lost land, people have forgotten, or no longer care, who they are. If you eat me, I will eat you, and we become each other. I am everyone, anyone, no one. Summer never ends.