Too Long; Didn't Read
Every year summer melts the locals and tourists in Manly Corso into a thick paste of thirsty beachgoers. As you sludge away from the beach and to the crowded vendors, its consistency is unremarkable — a blur of unforgiving pedestrian-traffic and a creeping haze of sweat and vaporising sunscreen. As repetition begins to define itself at the beginning of November, the workers that hold up the sides of Manly Corso descend into homogeneity. A cycle of demand fastens till it reaches constant velocity.