Brooklyn, United States
In the beginning, I danced. There are vague memories of train tracks, getting lost several times, and an old warehouse with broken glass. STORM. Last night changed it all... I live for moments like this one. Did it really happen? I kept dancing... into the Limelight. It was 'on'... this time, it would not let me go. Berlin, again and again, over and over, in the vault or the power station, or just forever awake, staring at the cosmic sunrise. Detroit. You never change. Like an old sweater. So, to everywhere at once, and into the beyond...
