Matrix Is Back
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Saturday. Matrix again. Franchino. The season feels properly restarted now. Summer parties are fun but autumn club nights have a different seriousness to them. Everybody has returned from wherever they disappeared to in August and suddenly the same faces exist in the same dark rooms again. It feels almost like school, except the curriculum is better and attendance is voluntary.
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.