Teenage

A decade ago, I was a teenager.

March, Tate Britain, Slimelight, Zokutou

I marched last Saturday, and there were just so many people. More people than I see in weeks. More people than have ever been in my apartment, even when it wasn't my apartment. It sometimes feels good to be amongst so many people, like moshing, I suppose.
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I try to step on the blue lines as I walk across psychadelic floors. There's someone vaguely humming at rippling water, and near to that is a plant being sprayed. I sit in the dark and watch a screen, pixelated and full of fuzzy colours.
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Saturday night, I went to Slimelight, danced and danced, and then hung out in the men's bathroom for a while, just talking, as all the men went past and used the urinals, as all the music went past my ears.
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At the Zokutou meet we played some Surrealist games, and made beautiful Syllogisms, and enchanting opposites.