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Saturday, December 18, 2010

Still On the Edge of the Dance Floor

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Then there is the time and the way it slips past us without us really noticing, until we look up and the world has changed and we have all grown so much older. It is not as though we have changed though. Inside we still feel like the same confused teenager standing on the edge of the dance floor watching all those who move across it, wondering how they learnt those secrets of how to move in the world like that.

Everything felt awkward to us back then, how we didn’t seem to fit in the world as though we were the wrong shape, or had slipped through into some parallel universe where everything looked the same but the laws of physics and the laws of the way the girls looked at you were somehow different. It went far beyond mere awkwardness, if felt like something fundamental, as though if some girl did reach out across that cosmic distance that separated you from the rest of the universe and actually touched you then it would be like matter and anti-matter colliding, send you spinning off into a kind of oblivion.

Even now, after all these years that have disappeared like smoke into the evening sky, you see her glance across at you and still you feel as though just one simple touch from those long delicate fingers of hers would shatter your whole universe.

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