I've been sitting this room for hours. Entranced by the sound. The sound of his voice, his dance, his rhythm. I cant explain it. I want hours in a room. A room with where time stands still and never speaks a word. I cant move. I can only be here. Here where I am. I don't want this to stop. They should know this feeling. But they wont. They will never know what this feels like. This ecstasy. Existentialism. It's here. I know.