Bookish Bedlam...

This afternoon, we perused the pavilions and peeked at the personalities on display. A paucity of parchments gave way to puddled plots packed with people. The festival is not so much a pantheon of novels, anthologies, prequels, sequels, and biographies, as it was a celebration of authorship transliterated onto a landscape of tarpaulin, tents, and tabernacles. We spotted a few pen-folk. Rushdie and Gaiman were my favorites on-site. We even brushed up against two well-known buses, before turning the last few pages of our adventure.

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Epilogue: While walking home from the Metro, we reflected on the crosswalk button. Perplexed by the convex covered in drizzle, we synchronized our snapshots.