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For years, I tried to ride the elevator all the way up to cloud 9. Whenever it stopped, I would get excited as a little kid about finally reaching that great place: and I grew more and more frustrated when all I ever reached was the 9th floor. These days, I am following a new strategy. I am taking the stairs, and every single step feels amazing.
The friends gathered in the morning. The girls had brought fruit and caringly arranged it into a small sensual masterpiece. Its mere sight broke through the haze of a grey November day like tree roots through concrete. A Touch of Nature.
In a dignified old building in the heart of Montréal’s Old Port, a table is set up with fruit and vegetables. Its colours bring life to the room long before the first guests arrive: apples, leaves, pumpkins, bananas, lemons. With all the technology and urban worlds they’ve created, humans retain that sense of natural beauty, that desire to create colour, a hint of the great outdoors, to bring it into the labyrinths of the cities. Soon, the wedding will begin.
We all spend time out of mind. It’s a state where time itself loses its meaning, where boundaries and spaces give way to a steady, even flow of sensation. It steals control of the body away from the mind and ego. When I put on these headphones to mix the tracks, and I watch the crowd move to the music, I become one with the world, and the world dissolves. The music pulsates and drives me ever forward.
Brian was not an original guy. When he saw the glove, the first two thoughts that went through his head were surely the most obvious… “Dude! Thank God this is behind glass.”
A long walk had sent a gratifying fatigue into our weary bones when we laid our eyes on the table smiling from beyond the glass. It was like a ray of sunshine had bathed it especially to invite us in. What we felt wasn’t mere hunger. It was the excited anticipation of rich, sensuous delight. |
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