Tomorrow, the new happening happens. It is hidden, sprawling, and underground, and will seem very modern, with swaying monochromatic backdrops dappled in bouncing lights. It is happening in an undisclosed location, perhaps a languid flicker away, and it is going to be ~ happening.

Because this new happening is called Wax Votives.

Already, before the opening, some 300 beautiful people coughed up seventy guineas. Mostly, they joined before they knew what it was, when it would open, how real it was, how long, how high ~ and just how dimensional. But they joined anyway, the guineas rolled in and now the membership is fully closed.

What is happening? Wax Votives ~ an awareness of parallel pathways and possibilities, transcending time and mediums ~ volatile, inconsistent, unstable and delightful. An exquisite soufflé of incoherence.

Yes, Wax Votives happens tomorrow ~ today’s discotechnocracy will be there. Dancing, convulsing and pulsating, attempting to flash-bulb finger-click themselves into the future inside one scene-defining image after another.

Wax Votives is happening before it even happens.

They wouldn’t dare miss it. But perhaps they already have…