The scene: a girl, oblivious hippie, twirling on the beach, long straightish hair more a part of her than her feet. The song 'there's something going on' plays. Appears to be alone. Picks up a sand crab and there is a close up of the crab with his claws flailing, but the crab is not upset. The initial song fades, and then soon hears music. Sets the crab beside a fence where he wont get squished. Following the music, wonders if there might be fun there. There is a fence with slats to see through.
Sits outside with an ice cream and listens. Hears beer, cigarettes, and the aura of the stoned. Beer smells sweet but not on the downside. Doesn’t want to make anything with a downside. Can feel the singer and gives him a dose of her desire. The crowd pulsates. His vibe is an empty set
No one can do this, no one no one no one. Wrong--just the last kid to learn the 12s multiplication tables, the baby trying a hand at painting. But the constant canvases, it's hard to be sure