current affairs
2005-12-16 3:15 a.m.

and i stand on the dance floor, i stand and don't dance cause nobody is really dancing, the beat isn't fast enough to dance

i look into the faces of the people around me, and i see bodies without faces, i see personalities which have been crushed into nothing, and i see people who have lost their way, but then i realise that their way is just fine, it is i who have lost it or maybe never found it and who am i to pass criticism....

if the beat ain't broken don't call it broken beat

and i remember dancing with that guy that time when we made out on the dance floor, made out is an understatement, i remember licking his ears right there infront of everybody, i remember him holding my crotch

it was nice

and now i look at the couple making out, i can actually see a couple which looks cute, i imagine what it would be like if i offered to join them, i wondered how it would be in bed with those two lovers and me, and i see the slim guy holding the fat guy, clinging to his body, and i remember clinging to luis's body there on the boardwalk, i remember squeezing him tight i remember how his crotch felt next to mine there with new jersey lights across the river

my mind is full of quantum states, it is not that i'm happy or unhappy, it's a superposition of both or of neither, letting life and samsara and time pass and my mind is also full of india, my imagination flows as the stories unfold to my ears, stories about color, poverty, spiritualism and deserts at heights of 5,000 meters, who knows maybe i will break the superposition and be satisfied without collapsing any wave.