Let life swallow you;

05 AM film shootings, mid-day naps, free butts of banana bred eaten from the palm of my hand; birds singing, heart overwhelmed and beating.

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Bar Bedlam, at 05 or 06 AM

There is always music, always people chatting. We don’t want to go to bed, even though the sun is high already. At some point we finally do. We drag our tired feet across the road, towards our tents or beds or vans. Maybe with a friend or a fling. Maybe alone.

The music never stops. Not even when we finally sleep.

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(This story told in pictures.)