Summer Night

Another night began with the sun’s lazy and colorful decent. In the meantime I was getting ready for another night at my friend Peyman’s apartment. When I think back on it, I don’t remember anything from the drive there.

It was a bit confusing; the smokey prattle, the melodic hookah smoke. There was hardwood floor, music, and a myriad of awkward a trinkets and furniture. The people bore semblance the furniture. It was an usual night– people came, people left, but the eddy of college students was not unusual to me. It was like the sunset, I stayed the same while the colors changed the atmosphere around me. Eventually languor and frustration began their usual dance inside me; these nights made me happy knowing that there was youth in the world, knowing that others were also restless.

It had been happening gradually, but it hit me in an instant; the dimmed lights, slow 80's music, candle lighting; romance. The party had faded into a circle of candles. The dark room, the candles, the girls– it was so base. The bottle spun and spun. I felt so distant from this cult, this forest fire. It was too close to me now, I looked around, it was encircling me until the night burst out of the realm of realty and into a dreamy haze. And so like a dream, the colors of my life disappeared, like the summer spiders whose existence is merely flashing black dashes and cob webs as far as I’m concerned.