Bend
Conservatives Catholics all along Ocean Boulevard crumpled into their armchairs as a vein of sin cells pulsed by on Sunday morning.
“If happiness always depends on something expected in the future, we are chasing a will-o’-the-wisp that ever eludes our grasp, until the future, and ourselves, vanish into the abyss of death.” Alan W. Watts
My mantra for Summer 2013.
I felt pretty fucked up (i.e., extremely fatigued, dirty, exhausted, muted, etc.) after Coachella… so I decided to get pho’d up as well.
It is hot as fuck at Coachella. The campgrounds during weekend two were especially desert-like with the dead and dry grass. These wiggly creatures reminded me to embrace the wind whenever it blows up my skirt.