[Anyme]

As soon as I got there, the wind had already started to blow. It seemed to distort the buildings, the doors, the windows. Everything. Anyways, I opened the door I'd already been marvelling at for half an hor or so. I didn't know who they were, neither did I know why the hell I had to open that goddamn door.

I came inside. It felt warm. Without any wind. Without any anything. It felt sterile. With a lot of music sticking out of everywhere. Every corner, cupboard, shoestand, window was gently wrapped in exquisite musicwork.

I took off my cap and combed my hair. Messed it up, I mean. So as to look all punk and inaccessible. Password protected. Secure. Black-dyed. As soon as the huge stand-mirror swooshed my shadow from its left to its right, I joined in the dance. I was swaying from side to sie, all lost in the pre-arranged beat. Samples. I'm a sample myself, but that's just the way it works. I've never really wanted to break free or wind up in some Matrix nightmare. I were just happy at where I were.

The music grew louder and the remaints of the phylosophical thought, the only one for the last two months, vanished through another hole in my head. i don't knoe the folk around. i guess, there were few who did. But it didn't matter at all. In fact, it never does. We were all crammed up, jammed and squeezed against the fur-lined walls. It was another endless party: noone's invited, everybody's welcome. You come,you leave. You chat, you dance, you fuck, you leave. Whatever happens, whatever trouble, you just leave and do not feel guilt or shame or terror. You quit and noone will be holding on to your sleeve begging you to stay and fix it up.

I was dancing in front of a huge mirror. The light let me dive inside it, bump from it and float within. As soon as I got to the mirror, everything but mestopped its movement.Lost its significance. I were the only one around and nothing else mattered. It could go on for a week, for a day, for only a few seconds. Nobody checked the tme. The time didn't check itself either. It left not to cause any trouble. The timing has always been out of place.

I could've very well dropped into any other place like this. They always move around. Thousands within every city. So as not to loose the freshness of the happening. So that new people came as soon as the old ones left. Nobody knew what they were doing exactly, but everyone knew they were coming there for anticipation. The anticipation. Expectation of something great to happen. All of us have been waiting. Waiting for you knew not what.

Perhaps that was the way only I felt. And that's it. Perhaps nobody else shared the same feeling. But I felt something important sipping through my fingers, wrapping my body in the mist of the untold.

It's been many tracks and a half that I decided I should go have some rest and food. I pulled at the fridge door firmly and, as it swung on its rusty hinges, a pile of junk food scattered across the carpeted floor. I slowly picked the chocolate bars from the floor and placed my skinny ass in the corner, left to the panoramic window. A girl looked in, stepped through the door hesitantly and stared at me with a mild disgust.

She wore a men's shirt with a bow-tie and black bell-bottomed jeans. Her hair was smooth, shiny and heavily styled. She stared into my eyes in that prolongued milky way that few of their folk can manage. Perhaps she wanted some response from me. Perhaps, she wanted to check if I were dead and if it meant it was her time to leave. Maybe she was intrigued by the marvellous site the window provided. I was sitting there, in a dim corner, half a chocolate in mouth, my hands numb and weak after many a dance.

- You were good last time.

- Don't know what you're talking about, mate.

- Well, you know, that day, there were you.

- There's never been anyme.

- But.

- Relax, pal, there might've been some body, not me, OK. You've never seen me before.

- I were with you before.

I gulped down half my stash. Those thing have long stopped worrying me. Everybody in this city seems to have been with me. Except me myself though. The freezer light was blinking in accordance with the music they played.

- Take your turn. What am I guilty of today?