Returning to a place that once felt like home.

The streets still look the same. Busy people living busy lives, pouring out of office doors like an eager stream. Joining the crowd, all moving in unison, I weave on through. Many late nights spent in this city, meandering to meet friends after a long week of work. Too many hours spent behind a computer screen, days blurring, so much on my mind… but the time has come to forget for a while.

We find ourselves looking for a place to dance. The bass pulses faintly from somewhere nearby. Laughter spills over from passing groups, then drifts away as clouds. We follow the same path from years ago, down side streets that were once shortcuts, now only a memory. Each corner a flicker of recognition.

Some of those people have come and gone, myself included. I am here with new friends and old, and we are side by side with strangers, whose faces become familiar with every passing song. So much has changed in so little time, and the journey has taken us to vastly different places. Yet the music still calls, and I find myself back again, perhaps a different person than before.

Maybe in another couple of years, I’ll be different again. Will I still like the same sounds? Or will I prefer other rhythms? Regardless, the days push on. This moment will never happen again, at least not how I experience it, as I currently am, right here, right now.

The outside air is cool on my skin. No more stress, no more feeling tired! There is nothing in the world to worry about.

Just keep moving.

*Recorded live at Section 8 in Melbourne, Australia (2025)