Category: Old Work
The music was louder than normal. The lights bright, pink, and piercing through the light fog of the dance room. I was laughing like a lion and dancing how you imagine I would. It was midnight, and 30 seconds into the song before I realized what was playing.
“I never understood why flocks of people sheltering MacBook’s with careful arms sat in coffeeshops, but I’m coming to understand the similarity we share as I sheepishly join in. We are insane…”