Music blares, people shout their excitement. Horns bleat, cars crawl towards the gates to Heaven and Hell. Everyone emerges from vehicles, strapping their possessions to their backs. The expanse of smooth concrete and the lack of buildings resemble a concentration camp. Tents crowd the landscape.
People mill aimlessly about.
Music erupts and bodies surge forward, like cattle going to slaughter. Limbs flail, bodies dance. No shade, no relief. The sun descends, the heat lessens. Shadows dance throughout the night, music pulsates through the early morning.