This is euphoria: the art of painstakingly purging blistered and withered melanin. This is apocalypse: the wait, waiting and waiting for the tear of vapours, of sweat and oil. Summer is judgement season, death and resurrection.
for your entertainment you turn the faux Persian carpet into an imaginary stage line up kitschy figurines and Matryoshka dolls on the cabinet transform them as spectators for extra theatricality enhance the plain white walls with cheap China-made rotating lights for that once-in-a-lifetime solo performance you wear the most perfect ensemble: a meticulously ironed suit and tie checkered trousers and silly colorful socks sans the leather shoes play nostalgic 90s Eurodance music trippy psychedelic beats with animation mirrored on your television the world is on lockdown dancing to a different tune isolation is protection distancing is the new norm who cares if you dance alone?
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