Love letter to Velvet Underground

All tomorrow’s parties have already happened. I know it and you know it. I dreamt of them. And I have heard the echoes of all tomorrow’s crying and laughter. I woke up from the noise. I have never heard anyone laughing in their sleep and yet I woke up from the noise. All tomorrow’s parties will happen again. And we will be there and your laughter will wake me up again. I don’t usually fall asleep at parties. I love watching other people dance. I love watching other people. But sometimes I get tired of the non-stop flashing lights and the disappointed looks. Especially the looks. They seem much sadder under these lights. No one’s life changed overnight. At least from those I watch in this room tonight. All tomorrow’s parties have already happened. They will happen again and they have already happened before. Everyone knows someone who has lost a friend. Everyone has lost a friend. Everyone knows someone who has left and never came back. Talk to you soon. Talk to you never again. I will miss you. I will miss myself with you. You haven’t changed at all. You remind me of my old self and I hate you. Remember our song? We used to dance every time they played our song. Please don’t make me sing, I forgot the lyrics, I’ve always found them terribly silly. All tomorrow’s parties have already happened and will continue to happen because they never stopped happening. Because all tomorrow’s parties and all tomorrow’s crying in the bathroom and laughing when lying on the floor, all tomorrow’s sweat and broken nails and fear and split ends and false eyelashes and absent friends and glitter and gin and tonic and mysterious looks and slick shoes, they all exist in this place that we all know and sometimes visit. It’s a separate place. Not exactly a universe. It exists under the surface. Under our skin and under our floors. And when I visit it, either in my dreams or when I’m awake, I always see the same faces. I always watch the same people. I always drink the same drinks. I always flirt with you. I always miss Natasha. I always feel thirsty and I always smell like powder. I always wear the perfume that you gave to me. And I always dance when this song plays and I always sing the lyrics out loud. And I don’t mind that all tomorrow’s parties have already happened. I don’t mind that all tomorrow’s parties will happen again. I don’t mind that everything feels the same. I don’t mind. I love returning here. It feels like home. I love staying till everyone else is gone. I love putting on my sunglasses as I leave. I love how painful my heels feel in the morning. It helps me realize that all this really happened. That it wasn’t just my imagination. Dream or reality who cares? As long as it’s really happening. I think I’ve said too much. And I can’t see Natasha anywhere. I’ll go look for her, she’s probably in the bathroom, you know, she’s going through a lot, I think she’ll break up soon. Do you mind watching my stuff for a minute? And could you get me a gin and tonic? An a Chivas Regal with one ice cube for Natasha. I’ll be right back.