Wondering About Nocturnal

Notes on a discarded dust mask

4:40 a.m. Ugly Duckling on the hip-hop stage. They all look kinda tired—could it possibly be because IT'S 4:40 IN THE FRICKIN' MORNING?!?

5:16 a.m. A penlight has never come in handier than in the past few hours. Have found $2.55 in misplaced change.

5:47 a.m. First glow of morning sun peeks from behind desert mountains. On way out, notice mound of trash and cardboard by an exit gate. Turns out to be a body, all curled up fetal-like. Hope it's not still there.

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