Ramalama (Bang Bang)

My heart is pounding like it's been plugged into electricity. Your whole body moves in time - not because you have to, but because it's impossible not to. The world has gone a little crazy: flashes, clicks, faceless photos, non-stop music. Here, sound is flesh, and rhythm is the nervous system. It feels like someone unzipped my skin and let the beat flow thru my veins. In this cacophony, there is neither fear nor meaning - just a continuous "boom-bang," a perpetual motion machine made of heartbeats and flashes of light. Everything flashes, curls, is reborn again - and every moment is like a little Big Bang. It's just a dance between life and rebooting, where the only guide is the beat within your chest.