Festival d'Avignon.

Blazing sun and humid heat.
Half the gals look counterculture, half the boys are;
Everyone's artsy, bobo, deepthinking, and stoned.

Oh yeah.

I had a dream-

The salty waves did lap against the shore, caressing the soil; layers of sand were peeled back by the tide, and in the foam spun beads of light ;
I stood and watched as from beneath the earthy grains emerged a few broken shards of glass, polished almost to oblivion; but withholding their colors still, they shone, sharp enough - my cut lips burnt ; and lain under a yearling tree, I could not say if the sun rose or set in the near.

Sum

La place ronde tournait, bondissait, jonchée de corps multicolores.
Les coeurs se heurtaient, doux et longs, au rythme des marées basses.

Vie.