Shared moments... (image heavy update... with ramblings)
As I stand over the balcony in zouk member's bar, of course with alcohol coursing through my veins, I tend to feel a gush as I peer over the edge.
I am still sober.
I still see. I still hear.
I think in english or maybe sometimes in mandarin.
And yet I wonder how other people would think sometimes - like how someone in hungary would think, or some fella from the sami tribe in finland, like how I'd be if I where deaf and mute and blind. I try to imagine things for a moment without thinking in either english or mandarin, then I get a headache and start to give up.
And in that entire moment of lost thought, I become silent amidst the rave below me, transfixed in a state somewhere between a funeral and a fireworks display.
The carnival below ripples and breathe, scorching flames in a rainbow of outfits and bodies of all shapes and sizes, liquid flames gyrating to the beat, born and reborn again with each sway to the beat. Each time, a few lithe, sweat glistened exclamations of the mob climb up on the little podium, which immediately punctuates the mass of humanity below and I cannot help but notice.
Despite the raging racket and opulence of the surroundings, I cannot but feel that sense of proximity to these strangers - they seem to vibe in one body and soul on the dance floor.
Then the rush of thoughts come.
Like a daydream, except that it happens at night.
I wonder if they really like the music, what did they have for dinner, what are they drinking, how many have puked, how many have lost their mobile phones, how many have only 2 dollars left in their pockets, how many are intending to cheat on their partners - a myriad nonsensical thoughts yes, yet occasionally still my mind retreats away the daydream, away from the burgeoning ghosts of strange yet familiar faces.
Its quite unlikely I'd meet most of them out there, even so any of them, yet the shared moment is crystalline clear, whether they ever notice it a not.
Revelry again...
Looking chip..
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I kinda hate random shots like that with the wtf face
Another wtf face
And me and my girls...
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I am still sober.
I still see. I still hear.
I think in english or maybe sometimes in mandarin.
And yet I wonder how other people would think sometimes - like how someone in hungary would think, or some fella from the sami tribe in finland, like how I'd be if I where deaf and mute and blind. I try to imagine things for a moment without thinking in either english or mandarin, then I get a headache and start to give up.
And in that entire moment of lost thought, I become silent amidst the rave below me, transfixed in a state somewhere between a funeral and a fireworks display.
The carnival below ripples and breathe, scorching flames in a rainbow of outfits and bodies of all shapes and sizes, liquid flames gyrating to the beat, born and reborn again with each sway to the beat. Each time, a few lithe, sweat glistened exclamations of the mob climb up on the little podium, which immediately punctuates the mass of humanity below and I cannot help but notice.
Despite the raging racket and opulence of the surroundings, I cannot but feel that sense of proximity to these strangers - they seem to vibe in one body and soul on the dance floor.
Then the rush of thoughts come.
Like a daydream, except that it happens at night.
I wonder if they really like the music, what did they have for dinner, what are they drinking, how many have puked, how many have lost their mobile phones, how many have only 2 dollars left in their pockets, how many are intending to cheat on their partners - a myriad nonsensical thoughts yes, yet occasionally still my mind retreats away the daydream, away from the burgeoning ghosts of strange yet familiar faces.
Its quite unlikely I'd meet most of them out there, even so any of them, yet the shared moment is crystalline clear, whether they ever notice it a not.
Revelry again...
Looking chip..
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I kinda hate random shots like that with the wtf face
Another wtf face
And me and my girls...
.