and...
14 hours
2o cigaerettes
Countless Trio Electricos
1 barbecue-on-a-stick
Hundreds of bones in 1 body constantly moving to a beat
Too many waterfalls of urine
At least 4 hands in my pockets in unsuccessful attempts at theivery
1 punch in the face as a result of resistance to thievery
Literally tons of trash
Not enough water
Not one intoxicating substance (that's a lie--life is intoxicating and I took a big slug of it)
1 sunrise on the beach
1 shower in the ocean
And one lonely trot home where I never felt more accompanied
later.....
Here I am.
The thing that I don't get: as I am walking home away from it all, hoards of people flow against me, back down into the fray. Where are they going? To start again? I can hear people singing dancing yelling outside my window as we speak.
No--I get it. You do too.
Carnaval is inexplicably wild. Really--primal and feral. A beast. There is no law. It is not this world. It is of the other. It is a lifeforce that you step into and it sucks you in and you are anonymous because nobody is individual anymore. It is one big machine.
Goddamn, a fucking great night peppered with intense lamentation for the infestation of this human vermin and equally great appreciation to be a part of something so unique in the endless span of time. I am talking about the human race here.
I felt really sad sometimes.
And more so, alegria.
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