The most alive I’ve ever felt were those 7 hours inside the portapotty tank at the Hanuman Yoga Festival. All those goddesses winking their brown stars at me before they belched s***. Where there is muck there is gold! I wouldn’t have been caught if I didn’t shift around in the detritus while that one girl was wiping, forcing me to run away, feces-stained, with open cuts on my back.
