Welcome cheerleaders crowd the festival and the band arrives late. Of the 6 players, 3 are seen standing by themselves in lieu of expert opinions. The band manager is in the shadows. Crows sit indignant in the round, as the muddy ground dries and leaves a residue of pain and carelessness.
Campers congregate under the overpass. Tents, boxes, needles, empty beer cans, and despair hide in plain sight - but no one sees or is interested. Glowing rectangles tell the passersby what to think, and their thoughts are of miracles and impossible worlds to come. The Orangutan King lay dormant before the onslaught, as mercenaries lurk in the background, below the layer of perception.
A musky wind blows, as more and more people question the "young prince". He is dreamy, has ideas, but valuations do not match the phony-baloney accounting practices. The finances bleed a fine red pinot noir - and the California hallucination is never ending.