FestivalI stand at the top of a gently slping hill, lucious green grass, occasionally giving way to mud from the trampling of hundreds of people. There is litter on the ground, the sound of a fight coming from some nondescript location behind me. But infront of us is why we are all here.Festival
The collective vision of every single on of us is transfixed upon the behemoth of steel and technology that lays before us. Speakers, the size of cars, emerge from every available crevice. Yet more loom over us, standing on every available surface, save for a small clearing in the centre.
For hours, this surface has been empty, but now a ma
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