Falling Into Obsolescence

2:10 am
Inside a cab

I am tempted to make a detour at O-Bar after drinking with Garppp, Karl Martin and XJ. It's a Friday morning, and some party goers can't wait for the weekend to be seen at the bar, and on the dance floor. But then, there's a growing feeling within that clubbing is no longer my thing. My mind is tired of it, my body no longer aches to twist and grind itself to the beat of the sound. 

I'm tipsy. Perhaps, getting some sleep is a better choice.