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"Time goes from present to past." - Dogen Zenji |
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written: 05 jan 99.
spinning: "Cloudburst" by Niagra - "Words" by Paul Van Dyk
(added to 1999 mix 1 @ 12:42 PST)
there is an ironic beauty in knowing that the people you are involuntarily, unwillingly connected to unavoidably change over time into something different. thus, as time goes by, the person they were when you last knew them, simply, will morph, leaving only a memory of that prior form. and if there is pain attached to your image of them, there is a comfort in realizing this change is inevitable, and the hurt that once was ultimately dissolves. there's simply no way for it to remain constant, locked, frozen at that point in time. time heals.
My God, was Club 1015 *alive* last night. Never seen such synergy from so many people at that club as I did that night. I was shocked as that adorable middle-eastern beauty I caught smiling at me while I danced was suddenly behind me, sliding her hand around my waist. I slid my hand over hers and we danced in unison, communicated our response through a touch. Her fingers were like warm electric tendrils coyly wrapping around me, both of us getting high on the drug of our mutual attraction.It felt good.
A few minutes later she appeared again right in front of me, petite and dark-skinned, her point-blank come-hither stare emanating from her magnificent large eyes. We began to be drawn to each other, like two magnets, unable to fight the natural pull of energies wanting to mingle. Then, before our bodies could meet, two large, overbearing forms interceded between us, blocking my view. two large, muscular guys with an impossibly stoic air politely steered me away from her while shaking their heads ... it was clear she was with them, or they with her, crystal-clear silent communication amidst the chaos of sound and rhythm. Who was she? Who were they? I lacked pieces of the puzzle. All I knew was, with the lights strobing and the music pounding, she targeted me, and showed me through her stare, her smile and her touch, that we were in sync. And I reveled in it and adored it -- no higher expectations needed.