a snapshot of mardi gras in new orleans:

at some hipster party where everyone was supposed to arrive dressed as a superhero. It was 3am and everyone was on something; I was lurching back and forth to bouncy music emanating from a band of boys wearing underpants and capes. A masked man walked through the crowd dressed entirely in white and silver - a superhero swan? He was swathed in downy feathers and appeared as a shining column of purity amidst the madness.

As he walked by, we all reached out, tentatively, to touch his clean, bright energy just for one moment. Then he disappeared and the world was fuzzy and disjointed once again.

4:24 p.m. - 2008-02-08