“Are you ready to come with me?” said the girl in the white jumpsuit, blocking my way on the dancefloor. “Are you claustrophobic? Prepared to do anything I say?”
It was 2015 and Dark Mofo was only in its third year. But having attended the two previous iterations of the Hobart winter festival celebrating “ancient and contemporary mythologies, darkness and light, birth and death”, I knew to rely on my safe word: yes.
