Saturday Has Become Loud Again

Saturday. First proper night out of the year and I had forgotten how much preparation can be required to look as though you didn’t try very hard. Clothes on bed. Clothes on chair. Clothes rejected and then reconsidered. Eyeliner. Hair. Hikari arriving and immediately identifying the top I had already decided against as the correct one. Erick complaining that we were late while somehow not being ready himself. Tia joined us later. The party was packed and too hot and the floor was already disgusting by the time we got inside. Perfect. I don’t know how to explain hardcore to somebody who hears only speed. You stop hearing speed after a while. You hear the shape inside it. Breaks, kicks, things building, everybody recognising something at once. I came home tired enough that taking my boots off felt like an advanced task. Worth it.

Remember me, Eclipse.