house is summer
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
winter made me understand house, summer made me need it. #
House tonight. Warm air when we left, hair up because Milano has become an oven, lighter perfume, little black bag, Yuri, drinks before dancing. I think house has officially attached itself to summer in my head. Hardcore is a dark room. Progressive is anticipation. Techno is movement. House is warm air after midnight when you’re still wearing the evening properly and nobody’s hair has completely collapsed yet.
This is not music criticism. It’s simply where the sounds live in my head.
House = summer.
I will probably repeat this fifty times before September.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
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Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.