It is still a mystery to me today how, back in 2017, we could find each other in that ocean of bodies soaked in sweat that is Snaxx during Easter. The sheer magnitude of Berghain makes it incredibly easy to get lost within its labyrinthine corridors. And yet, on that night, as we first embarked on our individual odysseys like two solitary comets streaking through the vast emptiness of the universe, we found ourselves drawn into an enchanting, chemical and sexually charged pas de deux the moment our glances crossed. That night, our bodies combined like the collision of neutron stars.
Our paths dispersed after that cosmic encounter, and for six long years, our cometary trajectories diverged. But fate has its own cosmic design, and it was as if the universe conspired to reunite us.
This year, we found ourselves standing in front of each other once more. The memories of that night had never really faded.
The initial attraction that had drawn us together all those years ago still lingered, but now it was accompanied by a profound yearning to truly understand each other. This reunion wasn’t just about rekindling the spark; it was about delving into the depths of our souls, revealing vulnerabilities that had remained hidden before.
Gone were the fleeting glances and the casual chats that often punctuated social gatherings. Instead, our conversations ventured into the uncharted territory of personal growth and genuine connection. We shared stories of navigating the complexities of identity and finding our place in a world that wasn’t always accepting, and failed attempts at finding connections within the community we chose as new family. In a way, we truly found each other through the forging experience of solitude.
But like comets with their elliptical orbits intersecting, we were destined to part ways again. As we walked away on our last day together in Berlin this year, we were left wondering if our paths might one day converge again in a blaze of serendipity, our orbits now shorter and destinies more entwined.
