generous spirits known to gentiles as organisers took me in as the festival's official photographer special badge hanging from my neck and all oh i feel so grown up now my first ever assignment little me is a big man now and so on. and so the festival began to swirl around me so fast that capturing it on camera required high iso brief shutter speed as high an aperture as possible and some postprocessing. but inspecting the net and having thrown away all the tin cans and algae there stood in full glory john hegley and his ukulele
and stella duffy's hypnotic breaststrokes
and atlas launched through space by amal and sudeep
and extravagant insanity befitting the city
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and dark and damp and disco catacombes
and so much so much so much more.
and then it came to pass that the glory of the temple was invaded by poetry and prose and lo and behold a curtain the hue of tar descended from heaven to hide the inscrutable ways of the festival from those not willing to pay a ticket.
halt. i have clicked much more than i have shown in this oh so very uncannily horizontal collection - attention span oblige - and i have seen much more than i have clicked and i remember much more than i have seen.
do drop by next year for dessert.
- flee 
