I saw the Formation tour at the Superdome, woke up the next morning and wrote this:
She is still unseen. Images of her flash on the Monolith so briefly that I can’t get a sense of what I am seeing. Hyped like a movie monster. Finally, the back of her head fills the 60-foot screen, and she turns. I see her face, her presumably naked body behind a chair. Here she is, giving herself to us. Where is she?
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