Last night I went out dancing again, but I don't know what to write that I haven't written before. It was all concerts and no nightclub, still plenty of opportunities to dance with other people but today I wanted to dance alone.

An artist was performing a slow ballad song. I was itching for more intensity, so to pass time I girated on my knees slowly, a little bit like a spinning top about to fall over. It was pleasant, I closed my eyes and imagined myself coiling around a long stick, as a snake would do. It felt nice and smooth.

I heard a voice behind me: "how does he do that?", another voice answered "he's in the flow". Indeed.