Lost & Found

One woman is wearing what amounts to a bikini and is dancing alone in front of the stage, tossing around a messy head of hair. She is smoking, which I think rather daring — and admirable — at a wellness festival, and she returns for cup after cup of sangria. A festival volunteer hovers as I pause at the rubbish bins to drop off my own drained vessel.

“Oh, that’s compostable!” she says, and takes it from me.