In Arthurian Legend a wounded king rules over a barren wasteland, his kingdom mirroring his internal suffering. Incapable of healing his wound spreads like a slow infection, embodying his subjects and poisoning the land. Named Fisher King, he spends his days fishing in a nearby river, awaiting the arrival of a hero to heal him.
It’s more than blood and history that keep drawing me back to this place that has been changing long before I was born. It’s a constant itch; my own stubborn wound that won’t quite heal.
So I go back, to seek the king, to heal our wounds.