Everything seems to have reduced.
The expansive largess; the open-arm generosity of invitation and rencontres.
Where is the communal dance? The joyous hallelujah??
I remember being part of the new rave in the eighties. That was when the rot set in although we could not see it through the curtains of snakes and waterfalls of Champagne!
Do people scurry now – more than before?
Furtively leave tiny spaces to sit all day in tiny booths, earplugs in?
Blind and deaf ?
I think they do. But not blind. Not deaf.
They dance inside, linked to a global tribe that, whilst not as effusive, dances with purpose as they bend to change.