Body encounters body of sound

Dance clubs were where I gave my body to a crowd, jazz basements are where I become immaterial. I go to concerts for the shared silence of strangers, to feel irrelevant, calm. Where do you go to disappear?

For six months I passed by Cafe Oto on my way to work and back. It resides on a corner, you first enter the space through its windows, large enough to give a taste of the public nature of the space. Above and below, an abundance of plants - oxygen in exchange for notes carried on carbon dioxide. To catch a glimpse of the mood at the distance, I tune down the high street noises and walk slowly to collect snippets of conversation between strangers in the waiting line. I do not have a ticket, it is often too expensive, so I brush against excited bodies in the waiting line. Sometimes I park my bike across the street and breathe in the musicality of anticipation along with the cigarette fumes. 

The abundance of sounds is maddening but I will not go in today.