"Hair, saliva, and blood fly through the air in the mythical moshing. Pants stained with semen and damp from sleeping outdoors. Sweaty bodies pressed tightly together, traveling at full speed on a long-distance bus, sleepless, crossing the thick nights of the Litoral, hungry but also drunk. That boxed wine that belongs to everyone, passed from hand to hand and from mouth to mouth, generating the communion of wisdom."

Fragment from Génesis [Genesis] by Franco Basualdo