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.
The sky lightens, bringing heat. Bodies, baking under a glowing orange ball, bounce to the rhythms. Plastic bottles and empty pizza boxes cut through the thick air. The disappearing sun reveals bodies slamming into each other. Some emerge bruised and bloodied.