I've lived in this city about nineteen years now and rarely indulge in the festivities anymore; but going across the river this year.
I want to feast on the good vibrations prevailent here this time of year. Where even alone you're surrounded with nothing but goodness and well wishes. The French quarter is better than any alcohol or drug dispite its presence fueling the madness. The fact that it is so finite, Tuesday at midnight the whole thing dials back down from eleven to eight or so, makes it all the more exquisite.
I want to see the smiles, feel the random hugs from strangers. They remind me I'm a part of something good. That humanity isn't just greed and destruction.
Back to school Thursday.
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