The roads were empty. The sidewalks were cluttered with plastic bottles, paper cups, plates and other remains of last night's festivities. The swaying people had liquor on their breaths. They sang disconnected tunes, like broken music systems in old homes.

The immersion parties in trucks drove back into the warm morning light, chattering in delirium about the brilliant lights and the jarring music.

The elephant god, a city favourite, walked into the sea and swam back out with the tide.

He lay in the sand, now just another piece of garbage. The hype like all other things was washed away into the salty water.