"There is a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in."
- Leonard Cohen
A written documentary of an escape by a couple of renegades from a life of heart-oppression to one of heart-liberation. The hearts were transplanted from London, via Bristol, in England to the wilderness of the Mojave Desert in California. Cracks had begun to appear in these vital organs caused by a terrible shortness of breath, brought on by the inescapable realisation that there must be more to life than this. That was how the light got in.
My fellow wanderer and dreamweaver, Doc, and I were propelled and then held together by a search for something that would ease the heart-malaise we had both separately felt for most of our lives. I pinched myself repeatedly when I met this kindred spirit who plotted escape with me. And our relentless plotting paid off.
A story of what can happen when you refuse to accept truths that are not your own, truths invented by others to keep your heart locked up like a caged mynah bird. An incremental realisation that you have been lied to all your life, that you have been told there isn’t a life outside of the cage. Only danger and certain death. I believe that after death comes rebirth. This is a chronicle of that rebirth, of what happened next, of the whispers of the desert.