‘A pull at your solar plexus, drawing you out into the cooling night…’

‘The water, with its jewelled glamour, enters you and curls around your heart.’

‘No matter how fierce your anger and longing, it will always be both as real and insubstantial as shadow.’

‘How could you build a life on such fickle inconsistency, such futile beauty?’

‘At the edges of your vision. Out beyond the bridge. A shadow.’

‘With slow, small steps, you trudge your brief and final distance.’

‘…your writhing heart beats too fast and your jaw’s jammed open as your scream gets caught…’

‘Breathe in. And breathe in. And breathe in the blue dawn.’

‘You gather up what’s yours, which is nothing. You leave what is for others, which is everything.’

Go behind the scenes of Forest Collective’s digital remimagining of Pierrot Lunaire.