blog, ideas, notepad, stream of consciousness
12. 01. 2022
it's 1989. you're slowly wandering through the catacombs of paris with your friends, the light of your lanterns guiding you on your way to the underground party tonight. it smells of damp earth and stagnant water. the shadows of skulls and bones dance along the walls to the sound of your steps, but for some reason they don't scare you at all. it almost feels like they're welcoming you. suddenly, you notice the pungent fragrance of patchouli in the air, faint voices and echoing laughter. the first synth chords of conversation by lost desert start playing and get louder and louder, the more you walk towards the distant candle light that reflects off the wet ground and walls of the catacombs. you smile as it noticeably gets harder to breathe; tonight's crowd is big. you're almost there.