From above I imagine it looked like a naughts and crosses board, hundreds of stools and various artists pushing their wares, each trying to be more unique then the next. Side of the street a guy a couple years my junior has drawn a small crowd. You know those balls, about the size of a cricket ball, look like glass and get played with...by street performers so that they appear to float, he was messing with one of them. This is a festival of arts in downtown Tempe. So this guy's got pretty sweet moves and I'm now part of the group of impressed on lookers. After a few minutes a man gives the warlock of the floating ball some money. Within seconds festival security are saying he can't do that because artist's pay for stalls etc etc. Dumballdore wasn't asking for money, he just happened to receive it. I wonder sometimes how people like this security fellow can't see the sheer ridiculousness of their actions. They kicked him out of the festival.
In light of security's love of it's own power, and probably a desperate cry for attention, I decided to get some signage going in an attempt to hack the matrix of the collective unconscious. Signs included: "Don't believe anyone", "Including me", "Never question authority" and "Don't think, consume". As always with this exercise any conscious response can be considered a positive one, at least it means people are thinking on some level.
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