Observations

The pulsing and blasting of music and bass are all engulfing, all surrounding. When night falls the music roars, the people laugh and scream, and their minds become lost in the night. Forever unquenched and forever yearning, they dance though the darkness and become lost in the sounds. Raving wildly, like beasts at some feeding ground. Always hungry and wanting more.


Only when the sun rises and the empty beer cans glitter in the street, and the vomit splayed on the hard concrete is crusted solid, and the dancers slowly awake from their night of seemingly magical and wild transformation, only then do they find themselves lying on the floor. This place once full of warm bodies and cold drinks, now replaced with the stale smell of alcohol. And as they sit on the floor and the music continues to play it echoes in the emptiness of their lives.