Halloween at Matrix
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Thursday. Halloween. Matrix. Ricky Le Roy, Franchino, Zicky, plus enough black clothing in one room that for once I looked underdressed by comparison. I approve of any evening where excessive eyeliner becomes practically conservative. The music was dark enough to suit the date without anybody needing to play novelty nonsense. Yuri came. Hikari and Marico came. Erick managed to bring Mark, which required diplomacy I did not investigate. At one point Franchino’s voice came through over something stripped down and sinister and the whole room seemed to lean toward the sound.
That’s what I mean when I say a voice can be part of the architecture.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.