Impression of newage house party

On Sunday I went to some kind of house party musical act - amazaing, beautiful, hypnotic.. held in an old shoe factory become run down warehouse appartment put on by Chay-Ya and the crew from Guns for St Sebastian

with stripy socks jumpers warn as leg warmers talk of conservation sustainability playing the saw with violin strings VICA student with a crystal ball rapping harps double base poetry under a sleeping bag lying beside Amelia performance poet drinking beer with a headache and a hangover watching Rochelle sketch with her eyes taking in short brown hair mullet like tails slipped my hands under the sleeping bag head on a cushion at one with the carpet everyone doing something and when the ball boy responded to the music with his little self caught in the crystal into which he gazed as though mesmerised looking into at himself also looked like an eye to me which was also looking out at him at the rest of us watching i was transfixed tears welling because it was a night where i felt like i belonged. and that i could slip into the carpet or get up and read but either way it didn't matter my way of being was part of their way of being