Darkness has fallen over the city of Santa Fe, and the crowd is getting restless.
“Burn him! Burn him!” the revelers shout into the warm September air.
Before the throng –about 23,000 women, men and children – a 49-foot-tall marionette hangs from a pole on a rise above Fort Marcy Park. Soon, Zozobra, named for a Spanish word that roughly translates as “anxiety” or “anguish,” will go up in flames, along with the city’s collective gloom.