So it begins. The bass drums through me as I move my body to the music, my eyes closed. Psi U is full of bodies, all moving in a haze. If I swing my hips too quickly to one side, I find myself grazing a hip, but if I miss the rhythm, a hand creeps along my side. The dance floor is a careful game, where if you are with the music, you are rewarded — by not getting body slammed. There are rules. Never open your eyes or look for too long either, but I forgot that momentarily. Beat. Eyes open. Beat. Eyes go to the front. Beat. I see you. How long has it been?