propping my feet up in the kitchen, the door is open and i hear a semi's engine churning from the warehouse district outside. a cool night breeze sneaks in to mingle with the steamy heat that built here all day and squeezed out of 20 (give or take) working sweating dancing bodies over the course of the day. an electronic dance melody soars from around the corner where director and designers make last minute graphics decisions. i can't name each of the muscles in my body that aches, but i am still too wired to call it a night. i feel as if i've been tossed into this foreign world by a mischievous god who wants amusement. i don't even know if i can locate this place on a map; but i am pretty sure i know i can't leave. .
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