As much as I like making fun of people who take ideas that by definition are cheeky and ironic seriously, I cannot help but feel some “aww” value when it’s Sunday and that FOMO hits hard.

Techno, family, church, Sunday, mass. Probably followed by any of these emojis:

Evil demon (the one that’s not mad), fire emoji, black heart, heart with fire.

It will never cease to amaze me how a seven-day week thought out to keep the Jewish workers happy in 1908 by a New England cotton mill intertwined with Christianism to give us a day to go out and another day to rest.

Well.

Kind of.

Sunday evolved to be an elongation of the Saturday itself. We escape, we get tangled, life takes over and its never enough. The party and the after-party continuously interchange roles, they intertwine, and they become one.

I dance shoulder against shoulder with some people I ended up loving every week, every two weeks.

I dance, sunglasses on, strobe light above, and damn, do I love it.

It just feels right, to become a totem of the music, a messenger of the beat and just let it go. Yes, do it again, see the same people again, dance again. Sweat, bright, shiny. A new thing under the low ceiling, with heavy boots that stomp at the command of a 4 x 4 compass.

Therefore, while always strikes me as cheesy, corny, and as unnecessarily camp, adults referring to a very simple act as:

dancing freely,

without any judgement,

sharing the same consciousness,

the same aim,

will always be a comfort place to me. It will feel, well, like home. In a way, it’s an extension of the tiny social bubble that I inhabit, twenty-four / seven, that I consider to be the future.

In a world that is continuously growing viler, revoking our rights as humans and ostracising us into more alienated spaces, we need to dance more furiously than ever, stomping louder and smiling. Having fun. Protecting our beacons.

In the future, we dance. But we need to be alive to do that.

In this times when people are way too concerned about what do we all have in between our legs, what do we do with our money and which toilets do we use when we need to pee, when we need to take a dump or whatever the fuck we want to do in a cubicle.

We need to be together, support each other to stay alive.

We need to fight together.

Unironically: Techno, family, church, Sunday, mass.

Yes, with all he cheesy emojis.