atrasties

In the softest moments of the day I look around and wonder where I am. Delicately a voice whispers in my ear that I am outside, but that's impossible I think. The voice says outside of yourself, go back in where you belong and in that moment a flash of life lived to it's fullest of warm people and me glowing like a sun at the center of some wondrous universe. Slowly it fades and I am left with the afterglow shimmering across my vision, staring vacantly at the sights around me not awful but not really the me I long to be. I close my eyes and try to savour the last flicker before it's gone and silently swear to recapture that moment in reality.

The show last night was disappointing, which is unfortunate but still invokes my desire to dance. If it had been great, same reaction just different reasons. I want to dance because I know I'm better than that and I feel kindof cheated for paying to see halfassed work. The movement was interesting but predictable as was most of the show and anytime the audience moves as much as the dancers you know something is wrong. There was way too much movement and it was just too damn long, maybe because I couldn't feel anything from the dancers; there was no emotion from them which is important to convey since you are using a medium that demands a level of expression in a body not a blank slate for 2 hours.
Anyways it was good to be out with old friends and make big plans even if they come to nothing it was refreshing to be excited and energetic about something and to discuss the dynamics of movement and the importance of stillness.
Essentially I had a great night, bad show and all; so I hope I can inspire someone the same someday;
but with a show they love.