It's been a long, hard winter. There have been far too many drugs, and I know i'm not the only one who's feeling jaded. The general consensus that it is now time to rest for a few weeks, Gibzone being the catalyst for this movement in the collective unconcious. At least, this is how my eyes are percieving things, for all I know, everyone else is pumping. But my gut feeling is that I am right.

I've been living on muffins, picnic bars, red bull and apples for the last three days, although the hours of dancing seems to have counteracted the effects that should have on a body. My back is aching and my recovering ankle, sprained from a barefoot run down a steep bank with a head full of goon a couple of weeks back, is feeling rather... tight. But even though Martini has gone into hibernation mode and is going to be living with his mother in a village near Invercargill, and Yossa's working and keeping himself well oiled with tequila, I am still pretty content. They will always be my boys, my brothers, and this is not the first bump in the road - it is simply time for a fork in the journey we have embarked upon this year, 2007. And we will each take a different path. But as always with likeminded people who share some kind of connection, the paths are bound to cross again. So i'm not sad. I'm excited.

The drum n bass was supreme over the weekend, I think it was epitomised in Undertow's set, the early set for the creatures to begin flocking into the zone, and so we did. Everything is pretty much a big blur, just like it should be. A proper mindfuck of a weekend. Lessons learnt, people met, peace brought forward - and though the finer details are lost, the tussocks the sole witness to the madness, I'll never forget the absolute ecstasy, the vibrancy of the people and the oneness, the istigkeit.

Chelsea showed her true colours on Sunday night. I always suspected they were as they were, but they revealed themselves blindingly when she approached me and cuffed my waist, smiling eyes and sweet tongue rolling after weeks of silent glares and cold words, and without hesitation asked "Where did you get that NOS...?". I was in little shock, and with a head recovering from a hefty cream charger 'scenario' and peaking on a blue dove, I shrugged it off and haven't felt any remorse for our lost friendship until now.

Yes, the winter is over, and although the clouds and the snow on the mountains beg to differ, I know it is rolling into summer. And let it come quick. I'm going to be working 55 hours a week from here on in, and living with my mother again, preparing myself for my journey which will begin next year. I am taking a one-way flight to Europe, and my naive soul is yearning for the freedom and the madness that will consume it when the time comes. Let the dollars rise with haste, for I am ready when my bank balance is.