How easy it was to make the choice, and how quickly in him the spark ignited. The pressure of the ground beneath his feet was like a springboard; there was no more pull where the earth met the air, no more bonds necessary to maintain. Stepping into the stream was a willful entrance into the undetermined — How did he know he would be able to direct himself, channel his thoughts, take one more breath that would prevent his drowning? Yet, inevitably, he immersed himself in the current, swept forth by a force beyond his power to control but somehow connecting with it, having sealed instantly with his plunge a partnership of volition. He was invited by the possibility the rush presented and braced by the danger it made certain. If a sense of commitment — the promise of dedication, the deference to a singular idea — could be brought alive as physical motion, then this would be how it would feel.
He thought: For just a few minutes, while this lasts, allow yourself this feeling — To sink and to swim, submission and impulsion at once. The rhythm of the waves drove him as he drove the waves themselves, beating about his body, whipping and lifting him until he mistook the sensation for flight. Could he fly on these waves, these surges of sound? Is this what it’s supposed to be like?
Band members include Alex, Andy, Danny, Santi, and Matt |
