FIELD REPORT: ELKHORN FLEA MARKET - Blaugust ninth
Coordinates uncertain — the signs point one way, the sky another. My wife and I arrived at dawn, rain behind us, market ahead.
Rows of tents stitched from tarps and shadows. Vendors smiling too wide. The mud moves when you’re not looking.
Took photographs for the record. They will not develop properly.
No revelations today. Just images. And dolls. Always the dolls. They were waiting for us.
