What does it mean to live in a time of global and ecological crises? What does it mean to not only witness the end of an era, but the death and destruction of so much life in nature? In this tavern of ruins, we turn away from political opinions and debates and we listen to what our ancestors have always listened to: the spirit of the depths. To the gods and goddesses alive in nature, and to the forgotten places in the nature of humanity.
This is a platform where we give voice to the whispers of the Mundus Imaginalis, the ancient world of myth, images, and dreams. It is a place for spontaneous upwellings of creativity and story. It is not the staging of perfection and order, but rather a podium for the chaos of nature to sing her song of sorrow and joy.