I don't know what it is about nothingness that's so exhilirating for me. To know that there is nothing in sight – no Walmarts or hotels, or bad drivers causing rush hour. There's also nothing blocking my view. Nothing needlessly clouding my mind with its message to buy something, eat something, follow a street, etc. I can do whatever I want, and that includes nothing. That especially includes nothing. I can rest in the nothingness and do nothing and think nothing, and it's weightless. It is freedom, because in a way, freedom is nothingness, isn't it?
The air is calming. You’re with me, but also the people around me don’t make me as anxious as they do everywhere else. Things are moving a bit fast than usual, but slower than usual in an all-too carefully crafted together atmosphere. The lights are dim, but not dark, it makes the colors stand out more. You are there with me and then he is there. The music is perfect. The resonance, the energy, the skill, it’s more than could ever be expected. You smile and sway and I’m happy. There are more songs and more energy and it is loud and it is fantastic. You’re still smiling and I’m happy. They finish, we leave, we stop at a gas station for snacks and we’re tired, but I’m happy.