We were wide-eyed and fist-pumping when we first arrived at Coachella, thinking we were well prepared. Unbeknownst, the Sun was quick to smite our arrogance and naivete. Eyes shut and paralyzed, I slowly recovered from my heatstroke under the glowing Gateway structure. We quickly learned that food was required every hour and water at all times, hence I voluntarily stood in front of a water hose that looked like a machine gun at the Do Lab. No regrets. The music remedied it all. By the way, the hodgepodge quality of the pictures is due to the fact that I couldn't bring my DSLR into the festival, so you can thank our phones and disposable camera for that.
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