Audience of Strangers

Montreal's beautiful. I need to get out of Ottawa more often.

So, agentofdespair and eididdy, you've got either modified clones or younger brothers who were at the concert. Just figured I'd mention.

Uhm. Yeah. Sisters.

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Words fail me.

It was good.

I think it really helped a lot to have time when I'm not trying to solve a problem, be that work-related or some of the past ten-hours-in-the-last-two-days discussion attempting to nail various horror-related definitions to the wall.[1] And to be worn out enough and guilt-free enough now that I can actually enjoy not being immediately scheduled to do anything, because it's felt for close to a month like there's always been something I need to do, and half of it's not been getting done.

The space above the dance floor looked like it went up forever, and the smoke was everywhere, and in the coloured lights people became silhouettes in the haze so close that they seemed to be miles away, that you had all the space you could ever need, and the music's constant, unchanging, changing.

Migod. Happy and destressed and relaxed. It's been ages.