Dance clubs, the great exausting catharsis
Just arrived home from the club.
The feeling one gets of complete physical fatigue after a successful night of dancing is the pinnacle of contentment.
My body is too racked to feel the pain of what I just did to it, that will come tomorrow morning.
My ears are ringing.
My eyes are dry and hurting.
My skin stinks, and when washed in the morning will make the water run grey off my body.
My clothes will require hand washing to get the white out of the black fabric. In case you're wondering, it's salt left from your evaporating sweat.
I will get little sleep before rising for work.
I will do it again next week, and the week after that.
And I am rarely as happy as I am at this moment, that's what it is to be one of us.
Still, there was one element missing.
One sonrisa that would have made the sublime into perfection.
The feeling one gets of complete physical fatigue after a successful night of dancing is the pinnacle of contentment.
My body is too racked to feel the pain of what I just did to it, that will come tomorrow morning.
My ears are ringing.
My eyes are dry and hurting.
My skin stinks, and when washed in the morning will make the water run grey off my body.
My clothes will require hand washing to get the white out of the black fabric. In case you're wondering, it's salt left from your evaporating sweat.
I will get little sleep before rising for work.
I will do it again next week, and the week after that.
And I am rarely as happy as I am at this moment, that's what it is to be one of us.
Still, there was one element missing.
One sonrisa that would have made the sublime into perfection.