Sound and colour and texture. Remembering how good it feels to go to a show and stand so close to the speakers that the vibrations make my sternum hum. Taking photos of almost everything but the band, colours so rich they burn behind my eyelids. Halloween night and everything’s loud and close. I’m warm and I’m drinking iced rum and I can feel every decibel shiver through my body and rattle in my kneecaps and I don’t need to think, I can’t think, I’m so glad I don’t have to fucking think.