Unicorn Hunt, Vol. 3: The Participants

Photographs and text, also in book form.

Injured Guy

That was one of those days when you’re in the Zone, a perfectly coordinated day, when some groove in the shape of the air of the day guides everything down and in. You never know when the magic will descend on you and the grooves will open up. Even the fake blood congealed in this one perfect drop at the bottom of the chin. I worried that washing it off would upset this perfect balance, which it turns out it did. Its fragile, that magic spell feeling. As you know.