We return to a transformed Counvent…
A few days ago we were here considering the stories that hang on every wall… and now…tonight…there are just bodies, writhing, pulsating to a music that we both agree and thought had been dead for a long time…
And everywhere Mojitos…
Yes Mojitos…The smell of that tropical drink hanging in the thick air…
We try to stay calm, collected…
We try to speak to people we have met during our stay…But the music is too loud, the dancing too fast…
And then the Mojito paranoia kicks in…
…Everything is moving…
Faces from the week, whether known or unknown dance in front of us…
The Wolves dance with the Shamans, the Pioneers seduce the Hungry….
We no longer know what time it is or why we are here…
The questions and answers…the search is slipping away, into what? Where? Another Mojito?…
Maybe there is an answer here, at this party…Maybe, in order to move this world forward we all need to dance together more…Maybe that’s it?…Or, just maybe, that’s the Mojitos...
To be continued...
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