Light in dark.

Quick blink flicker, here comes the light as here comes the dark. The white strobe behind you makes me blink and think Duran. 1984 just in time, I wasn't looking for how it was done, wasn't yet perving for the special effects and fakery. How they did it didn't matter. That new world of make believe was enough. Up in the girders, smoke danced through light beams, still a thrill, all possibility and impossibility together in ecstatic moments. All sweated out in the cool eucalyptus night, miles high, unencumbered yet.