A blast from the past
Techno tapes and break in raves.

Some days I don’t want to write.
I just want to dance the way we used to dance, in the woods, in abandoned warehouses – to harsh sounds that made us forget.
Sounds that allowed us to sink into ourselves. Transcending into dark sonar waves.
This is the closest I can get to those sounds today – but it’s still not the same.
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