flow

Just let yourself go. Dozens - even hundreds - of people are around you in the same rush, but you are all alone. All that matters is the sound. Pure, clean, flowing into your ears, marking your heartbeat's rythm. The guitars raging, the didgeridoo echoing loud, as some ancient war tromp calling the warriors to battle. And the lights - a chaotic rainbow of flashing gazes upon you, staring not into your eyes but into your soul. There is cold outside, but you feel nothing - the cold, the bruises all around your body, the violent tide of people hitting each other randomly. No one cares - everything but the music, the pure music, is reduced to oblivion. Just let yourself go.