Ian Tracey, C’21
Here I stand in a state of trance. A barrage of bass, a salvo of synth, a kickdrum kaleidoscope, my symphony. I am here and nowhere else. The vodka and orange juice I had snuck in swirl and storm below my tired eyes, thrashing against their circular plastic prison. I feel sick, I shouldn’t have smoked, my throat aches. Wait! The DJ shouts, the bass builds, I put up my hands, out to the stars, someone holds them, do I know them, it doesn’t matter, the crowd explodes as we jump and cry, there’s tears in my eyes, I am here, I am here, here we stand at the cosmic gate.
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