There was no line. It’d disintegrated hours before and just become a mass of people pressing to get anywhere. In, out, to the side it didn’t seem to matter and no one had any direct controller over their ultimate destination. The tides and currents of the crowd ebbed and flowed into a maelstrom of humanity.
That was before security sought to control things. After the fact never makes something true, no matter what the authorities say. By the time they’d stomped out into the square the cacophony had risen to such a level that it was apparent the guards couldn’t even hear one another over their communicators. They kept veering off from one another only to converge again minutes later, and yet the crowd hadn’t moved.
For all the chaos it was peaceful. The pilgrims, the locals, the guards, no one had any other intent other than getting inside. But that was not made any easier by the presence of everyone, and security now trying to impose some order. Then there were the vendors crammed along all sides and trying to make the most of the festival days.
And at the back of it all the cleaning crew, meant to maintain the city’s sanitation but as ineffectual if not more so than the guards.
Today’s art is courtesy of Campbell White from Los Angeles, USA.