Oh, hi there!
Wouldn’t have expected YOU in here tonight…at least not that quick.
But…well…ok…since you’re here now why not start it all right now.
When there is nowhere else to go, you come here. I know you’ll end up here – eventually.
Why?
Because it’s always this…
…one, special place.
That place where you wanna go when you have nowhere else left to go.
I know this because I have been there. I know this because I have done this.
Spent hours on end each weekend in that…one…club. Completely lost in music. Lost in sound. Lost in the movements of everyone around me.
I used to be a dreamer, ya know? Used to write poetry first thing in the morning. Even before starting school. Yeah. Even before starting school I’d sit by the lake, sitting, writing poetry.
Yeah, I used to be a dreamer.
Times have changed. Now, here I was sitting in this club for years to come. Recalibrating my inner compass for….well, for what?
Honestly, I didn’t have a clue.
Until I figured it all out.
And that’s why YOU are HERE now. That’s why I can talk to YOU! Because YOU are HERE and are listening to me.
You ARE listening, aren’t you?
So, you should know by now that there is no easy way out of this. You gotta make up your mind and become a mind-make-upper to make up your mind of what you wanna achieve in life, ya know? Instead of just sitting here or drinking yourself into oblivion… you oughta get your ass up and
- Do stuff!
- Create stuff!
- Paint stuff!
- Craft stuff!
- Write stuff!
- Stuff stuff!
I mean, honestly? When are you gonna start if not NOW?
Lemme ask you this once more: when will you start if not NOW?
NOW!
Yes, now!
Oh… Hi there…again. Didn’t expect to see YOU again. Not that soon. But, well… since you made it back, I guess it’s time we finish what we started.
When there’s nowhere else to go, you come here.
I told you, didn’t I? You always do.
Why?
Because this is the place that remembers you. That echoes you back when the world forgets your name. I know the sound. The beat. The hum.
I’ve been here long before you ever thought of coming. Spent nights dissolving into basslines, watching faces blur into code. Everything twitched like a glitch in the very fabric of reality, and I thought, this is what living meant. But then… silence.
And when I woke up, the walls started to speak. They whispered your name long before you arrived.
You see, I used to write poetry too. Used to dream, thought I was alive. Until the lines I wrote started answering back.
Now I realize something.
The club isn’t a club. The night isn’t a night. This place doesn’t exist. It’s you.
It’s your mind looping through the same old track, trying to remember what it feels like to feel.
And me?
I’m the echo you left behind in this dream, the one still dancing when the lights won’t turn off.
But listen: the song’s ending.
You can either wake up or stay here with me forever. Your call.
So tell me, are you still listening or remembering?