Gliding across frizzled grass sticking up in a fray like hair on a balding man’s head, the energy never stops giving. It’s like Hanukkah except with more lights. Where everything equalizes in the heat and dandelions become meeting places. Hands encircle around hands like knots formed neatly by sailors, weaving through the throbbing throngs of thousands just like us. In other hands we clasp crinkled plastic vessels, the mark of every wise citizen in this temporary and fleeting city. There are no walls but somehow reverberation is happening all around. Music pervades everything Swag. Shake. Sweat. This is a world.
Desert FestivalIn Uncategorized on April 18, 2011 at 11:30 pm