Leaning against that filthy brick support beam, drunken strangers' shoulders brushing past in the chaotic fumed atmosphere, I felt a short few minutes of almost bliss. Bliss in which everything physical around me was obscured and faded. Bliss in which I could fully think... not contradictory, not in blurps of confusion, but of everything all at once in complete sense. Right there in that basement, lit with incomplete strands of Christmas lights, with the grimy floors and the ceiling hovering within 5 inches of the top of my head, and just below the ceiling those cold, copper pipes dripping beads of condensation. One of the most uncomfortable places I can imagine myself, and it's spontaneously here that I find my mind at it's clearest? I couldn't hear the music, the yells were blended with the giggles and laughter and drunken flirting to create an odd buzz of silence. It wasn't an alone feeling. I couldn't see anyone's face... one person's clothing blurred into the person standing to the side of them, transforming the crowd into an illusion of being single, one. My thoughts flowed quickly, comprehendible and I could make up a purpose, a reasoning, a meaning for it all that made sense to me.