i just watched a woman doing acrobatics hanging from a lit up helium ballon that kept changing colour over the mainstreet of my town, lit like a film set my streelights, in a glittering costume and amazing silver makeup, to a soundtrack of waht sounded like cocteau twins and dead can dance.
it was all shimmery and dreamlike and delicate and ethereal. so so beautiful, but it must be like an everyday reality for the woman who was dancing in the air. she was like some sort of sprite or something. it was so surreal looking i can't really work out how it made me feel even. kind of sad and astounded at its beauty or something