TECHNO PARTY



So, here I am again, squatting in the dirt of some long abandoned factory, at the back.

Huge beats bounce of the walls.

Waves of sound and,

young things dancing, frolicking, just being young

And wild,

And free.

What is it when something comes to occupy you life that comes to be a benchmark against all else is measured?

What is it when an experience is so self-referential, so powerful and so unique that one can only begin to understand from within it?

Is that unhealthy?

If so, I am a sick man – again.

Selah!

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‘That it truth!’

The old man shouted above the roar – gesticulating towards the wildly pulsating mass of dancers.

‘There – in the middle. Go find it....’

So – you either do, or you don’t.

It’s like – you can take some-one and put them in the perfect environment..... and they don’t get it. They may go through the motions, smile but in the end they walk away and you can see it in their eyes – they haven’t got it. And some people find it. They come from the most exotic and mundane of backgrounds – but they find it – they hunt – they search and they find it.