The Last Friday in a Random Month in Korea
I positioned myself on top of the speaker in a crowded club. I was positioned there because I knew I had legitimacy. Legitimicay lead to bravado which then bread a mutated form of exhibtionism. I stood there, not dancing, just bobbing my head and arms as if i were really that person that could pull it off. I was a part of nothing more than myself. I was asked to come down and dance by many but refused as if to say, "This is my time. Go find your own time." I was taking in what I had been denied for so long. I was taking in me at it's worst and best. I was learning. I was involved in something beautiful and it was beautiful because I was aware of it's beauty. I was aware that this moment was good. I stopped within myself to realize that there was no life but this one. I stopped to look out amongst the faces, some were agreeing, some were jealous, some were agitated. The feeling of that bass running up my legs and my eyes constantly glazing the room surpassed all of their expressions. The feeling never turned. The night simply ended. The seed of youth had been planted in a moment of absolute nothing and everything. I was born again for the 7th time.
