Observations 2

  • A music festival takes place in country Victoria. It’s the final day, around 7:30 PM. It’s dusty and it’s dirty. Everyone’s looking a little worse for wear. A large line begins to form at the stall for ‘Royal Stacks’, an American-style burger truck that sells greasy, cheesy and eternally satisfying food to the tired (mentally and physically) punters. The extravagant outfits of each person lining up doesn’t quite match the less than extravagant setting. Gold tights, glitter, comical top hats, visors, lots of sunglasses, a lot of skin, and everyone covered in a slight yet noticeable slather of dried dust.
  • The contrast between two almost identical bus trips: one on the way to a music festival, the other on the way back home. One is full of excited young people, who can’t rub the smirks off their faces. They discuss loudly the acts they’re most excited for on the weekend, and where they’re gonna meet up with their friends at the site. There is a constant buzz for the entire 2 hour trip, not a single moment of quiet. The way home though, is almost an entirely different experience. A lull lays over the crowd, a subtle sense of melancholy marinating in the now seemingly stuffy and dirty bus. The bus radio, which no one noticed on the way up, now seems far too loud. There is almost no talking, a lot of sullen faces, most with headphones in, staring out the window or with eyes closed.

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