The native drum is a symbol,
not only a symbol but a heart.

When I hear the drum...
the singing...
I feel my heart beating with the drum,
and I wonder...

am I the follower or the leader?

Then my heart beats faster,
faster,
and faster
Then stops.
Just like that.

I go blank

a man was sitting there and he said to me
“Break the bad rules...make good ones,”

and then I awoke like a Dracula coming out of his longest slumber.

I said,

“I’m the leader.”