Functioning in the flow, moving from one project to another, little did one know there would be a time when hindsight would see that era as anything special.
Paths cross in unlikely settings and memories are jogged. So much fun, magic and enchantment was shared. Most of it will remain in the hearts of those who were involved.
It shouldn’t really matter whether the world at large gets to know about those experiences, but it does, mainly because they were significant moments in the development of customs and traditions in a relatively young subculture.
Sparks fly and flames burn brightly, but nothing lasts forever. The stories of our lives are part of the bigger picture as much as all the others.
Like the Olympic Games Torch, our heritage matters and should be nurtured, kept alive and passed on to future generations.