I'm lost.
The room's too big.
The aren't enough chairs.
Nowhere to sit. Nowhere to stand. I'm either in a crowd or in solitude.
If the environment is wrong, we wander hopelessly. We can't settle. We can't feel at home.
If the seats don't surround the dance floor, we feel cut off when we dance. We feel like we're dancing in an aircraft hangar.
Another day, another place.
The room feels right, it feels like everyone in it is tuned in to the music. Hearing different things in it, maybe. Interpreting it uniquely in each case. But in tune. And when that includes even those who're not even dancing at the moment, then we're the opposite of lost. We're found.
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