club exprience was good...people do tend to talk a lot...once again i felt like people could solve a lot of there problems if they just listened to themselves speak...had some extremely real moments in time in my mind...moments of silent mind and expanding awareness, the whole room the whole crowd had some sort of unname-able desire, as if everyone was fighting to breathe, pushing up through dirt, fighting to open up...struggling to be something else..to be heard to be understood, to share themselves, i'm already not sure of what was said or thought, eyes were communicating more than mouths, their eyes were admitting things they never could...the DJ's did a great job, Alyda and Spectre had a definate vibe...a mood, it was collaborated and individualistic...there was good silent feedback from the crowd littered across the couches in the dark ...the emotions of the room were both paced and instructed by the music...
the faky palm fronds and bamboo gave the room a definate Hunter S. sort of safari mood, strangely...it fit....nate was there and in demand...tarot cards were some how involved...i felt the need to keep my intoxicant of choice secret...very few needed to know....i was out to measure the crowd...not be measured....old faces swamp up from no where...others were missed...
i was hit by an exterior light through a window, bisected by ventian blinds, the glare stung and i felt at once perfectly whole, no ego, no mind, no memorys, a moment, suspended by light in time....
...excerpt from livejournal post...
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