Silly Dance, No Mercy (opens in new tab)

He did a silly dance in a bar, a dance so silly that it had no regard for choreography, ego, or social order. At the afterparty he talked about civil religion, his gentle head at rest on the cushion of a sunken couch. Hours later, over the laps of their friends, their eyes met –hello– and a passage appeared leading to a light, empty plain. The silence of the place fell through them both with the weight of a sky. Woah! The air was cold, but the kind of cold that reminds you this is the real wo...