I wish to go on more gigs

It is just so fascinating going to rock/punk gigs; I just stand in the crowd, enjoying the music and submitting to it, letting it swing me back and forth, and having safety and support from my right side, one of my friends, who is also submitted to the music. And then suddenly, as the music's tempo shifts in a faster pace, people in the front push you back, making space for the people in the mosh pit, barrier people in the front pushing the mosh pit people as they crash on the barrier, mosh pit people dancing and pushing each other intensively, swinging and running around as they put pressure on their old, worn-out, ripped Converse shoes, dancing and losing themselves in the crowd, losing themselves in the music. And as the concert continues, they bang their heads to the rhythm of the music, and as they do so, their manes graciously swing back and forth in the air, grabbing the dust that guitars spray around with their intensity. With the dust the music sprays as well, making it fly in the air as its waves shake the whole venue, as if an earthquake is felt beneath my feet.

9/1/2025