Once every year the artisan district of Burlington really lights up; every year all the mad inventors and misunderstood geniuses and retard children and freaks and corporate street vendors and homeless crazies get together for what amounts to a combination open bazaar and one-night party, and every year I've been here and more or less failed to make a real show because I end up running out to watch the show instead. For one night, every corner of the old factory floors and every alleyway in between has something going on, and in that one night I get most of the pictures I'll use come next year.

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