“What is love...”
Love is dead.

One September I went to a party and heard music echoing in my ears.
I used to feel excitement.
I used to have faith.
I used to stare at the ceiling and wonder what might fall.
I wanted to feel different, and sound different, and seem different.
I wanted to understand what everyone else was thinking.
I wanted to be told when to arrive and when to leave.
I wanted to celebrate a friend.
2 weeks ago love died, and I hear it only now...

Symposium.

...I once went to a party. I once believed in love.

Long live love.
“...no more...”