The screen-time liberation
November 29, 2013 § 1 Comment
“A big machine always moves slow.” Desaparecidos – Anonymous
To hear that music was to feel the hope again. To feel anything, again. I feel myself ticking over again. Fits and starts. Hope. I could whittle on and over complicate the explanation of this feeling to my hearts content, I will get no more accurate. Hope and youth. That sugar rush burst you feel over your arms. The bright lights in the dark and the rolling, inescapable drums, movement, everywhere. It makes you move like a drunk. Talk like a drunk, think, walk and drink like a drunk. It’s beautiful. It really is. A whole generation lucky enough to take a break from screens and dole ques to find themselves here, together, tonight.
Who knows about the morning? It’s a whole lifetime away. Right now is blood dance freedom. Right now is motorcycle happiness. Right now how we wish we could always be. A pulsating mass of noise and very little sense. A nice break from being asleep at the wheel. A million graduates on minimum wage, lied to before but lit up tonight. Do they care? In the long stays at their parents houses? Yes. Tonight? They don’t have a care in the world. The safety is off and it’s all wondering and stray dog freedom. The noise comes in waves and sways and spills across the floor. I’ll might just be ok tonight.
It’ll all be fine.