deep story nr. 126 l something lasting l by Yeröm

I fought my way groping through thick clouds of fog. My auditory
canal was no longer receptive to human contact. Only the
beguiling music, which was pressed by the boxes with sound speed
by my head, was still perceptible for me. Soon I had crossed the
room once and was surprised when the next wall made itself felt
as rough resistance on my palms. I had to get used to this size
again. The many oversized ComRa events dampened my sense of
realism. I quickly took a liking to the shrunken dimensions in
this club. The counter for essential fluids and the collection
station for their leftovers were within seconds. Here I still had
contact with people and didn't just have to follow instructions
from machines.
The living room atmosphere lifted my spirits and I discovered the
dance floor for myself. I was able to take advantage of the full
width and length of this playground and fell into childlike
bliss. I felt free. The explorer in me awoke and I studied every
corner of the room with my dance steps. A staircase leading down
soon caught my attention. I left the upper floor and boldly
entered a new realm. Down here, the walls and people came closer.
I was able to share my urge to move with more individuals in this
space and the music engulfed our minds. Here we drifted to be
caught by the melodies of Yeröm. He enchanted this small basement
with his driving tracks and provided us with a lasting
experience.