|Heart Like Water|
THE GHOSTS OF MARDI GRAS
Rex floats along familiar passageways, past curious faces, in a city that begs to be reborn. Once bold and bawdy, this self-conscious parade looks out into the adoring crowd and turns away. We ask, who are these tiresome crashers, always spilling beer and crying out for beads?
It wasn’t always like this. We used to make room for the strangers. And we sure showed them a good time. But then we disappeared. In the night, carrying nothing more than our parts and pieces, we fled into darkness. Now banished from the open shelter of the nation’s biggest party, we are traveling on.
Here, it’s your turn. Dry your cheeks and throw down that tissue. Make merry, fearsome reveler! Slip on a party mask, and raise your go-cup.