There's one more thing I wanted to write ever since the concert. But it doesn't have anyting to do with it and I didn't feel like spoiling the mood. Now, when I feel sick and sociopathic I might as well do.
I think about it once in a while, but that night it was especially evident. Normally, I don't meet people I know or rather used to know. And it's easier this way, when the crowd is just a mass of faceless people passing by. But that night I saw about a dozen of familiar faces, people I once knew, all from different periods of my life. Some haven't noticed me, some have, but haven't recognized - it's been 5 years after all - some just outright ignored me... I almost felt like I wasn't even there, or maybe vice versa - these people were just illusions, ghosts of my past. And it's not like I care much. I don't regret anything. Letting go is a mutual agreement. But I feel a bit bitter thinking how... once you were close, meetng, talking, having fun together... it meant something... and now you just pass each other by without even saying 'hello', total strangers. Looking at the pictures, most people I hope to never see again and yet being so disconnected with your past... as if it's someone else's memories placed in your head... People need to cling, to hold on, to belong... otherwise we're just like the ships at sea, drifting without a sense of direction.

"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence."

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow