There they are, floating under artificial lights. Balancing on the precipice of collapse, they begin to solidify, crowding in. All individual torment, any internal flood of uncertainty, recedes, if only for a brief moment. We are no longer in conflict with ourselves and instead experience a sense of deliverance. 

These snapshots of us are but echoes of vitality preserved - captured at the point of eruption. Hidden within the crowd, we can simply ask: When have we swung our limbs like this? Is this moment at its most genuine? Is this us at our ugliest, caught between euphoria and agony? Why can’t we always soar like this?

 In the crowd, our inhibitions disappear, and we feel lifted. Crashing into each other, we join together to lose ourselves: cramped, crushed, crowded. It is here that we come as close as we can to being deathless. 

- James Peppercorn