PRISM HEAD

Patchouli, damp earth, and Hendrix—do you enter the cabin?

An electric guitar breaks the silence. Pushing past vetiver, you find a hidden cabin, lemon trees breaking its cover. Damp soil, young cannabis, and wild mushrooms surround it. Patchouli and incense waft through the open door. Turntable is spinning, but no one’s there. Do you go in?

In three words: dank, expanse, dig.