Can you imagine if instead of there being an annual art festival downtown, youād have guys with shovels and trowels, scattered throughout a sandy field, each forming intricate geometrical art pieces about 20x their size, with pine cones and shiny pebbles they found around the field bordering their respective circles, all while itās the middle of summer (while itās storming/imminent hurricane time), so theyād have to constantly readjust and fix the sand when a wind šØ gust messes it up. And then the ladies would have to walk all around the field and choose the shape they like the most, after which the couple must build their house centered on the shape. And then the lady goes off, I guess, while the man guards the house from invading deer and coyotes or whatnot.
