five days of constant music makes you listen out to the collaboration of everyday sounds..the traffic, distant radio, a random conversation about a porn star in a magazine article, rustling palm leaves, an owl(?). mmmm. five days surrounded by so many people at a festival makes normal life feel so empty. or is it full? in some ways its sad that it is over, but it was so good, so complete that it seems to detract from the experience if I try to hang on to the memories.