In this small living room one wonders if he has entered an IKEA showroom. Everything, large items like the floor, the kitchen cabinets, the bookshelves (of different kinds), or small ones like the utensils, the cups, pots, and everything else in between like the faucets, everything, is from IKEA, and so easily identifiable from the Swedish corporate giant. But today, when I walked in, the IKEA showroom simply served as a unified background, like a cup, to the dance and music that was happening in the foreground, like the tea that was brewing in the cup. There was such energy, such happiness, on people's faces, on my faces. The energy is amorphous but you can feel it infuse into your pores. You can feel it infuse into the hearts of the people who had spontaneously started dancing in this IKEA stage. It's the music that had driven people to start this before I came in, and it's the music that was perpetuating the energy.
Currently a tall man with a lot of stuck-up curly hair is watching with extreme delight a couple dancing swing. The woman had become more at ease following the man who was leading to the sweet jazz of someone whose name escaped me. Her hands link and turn and wrap around her dance parter's, with their bodies intertwined within. The tall man with the hair and the others watch with a slight drunken sweetness in their smiles.
I sat down and I allow myself to submerge into this atmosphere of carelessness and unbound energy.
