Exposure

The part I like best about parties is when it’s over.
People have all gone but, like those photographs taken at night with long exposure times, their trails of light are still left behind giving you a blurred idea of what just went on.
Lights dim, empty bottles scattered everywhere like heroic soldiers fallen on a battlefield, the faint scent of marijuana, a wine stain on the floor and the drunk guy, passed out on the couch, left behind by someone.
A Portishead song playing at low volume is the only sound.
This is when I like to walk in. This is where everything fits in.