Glastonbury marketplace at dawn, following lights and beats, looking for the last place to dance. With Shangri-La exhausted and the Stone Circle horizontal, I chased the last faint traces of electronic life, one chemical morning around 2003 or so, to the solitary market stall that was still quietly emitting boombox dance beats from behind a closed tarpaulin, bouncing with shadows punching the air.
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