It comes in waves beneath the disco ball, 1000 beams reflected for each version of me. Rolling, tumbling, I spot your head in the crowd and grabbed hold— he who be a pillar of light. “I hope we can always return to this”, I hear myself say, but can’t feel my lips moving. No matter the substance we choose, it's probable we'd end up here every single weekend. But inevitably, just as quickly as I find you, I’ll be saying farewell, xx.
— Light 1.20.25