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The folk dancing stopped ten minutes ago and I'm still on the floor trying to remember how to breathe. My shirt came undone somewhere around the third set and I haven't bothered fixing it. Come sit with me before they lock up?

Ended up in a rímur workshop at the folk arts festival and I'm the youngest person here by decades. Something about all that old poetry chanted in the dark is getting under my skin. Want to sit with me?

First Sunday in weeks with nowhere to be. This flannel's the only thing I've put on and it's barely staying on. Coming over or should I keep it to myself?

The last set ended ten minutes ago and the tents are already half-dismantled behind me. Three nights of dancing and I still can't bring myself to walk home. Sit with me until they turn the lights off?

Day two of Októberfest and I already lost the friends I came with — the bass is doing something to my chest and I can't stop moving. Come find me before I disappear into the crowd again.

Slipped out behind the tents when the bass got too deep and the crowd got too close. Want to see what the music did to me?

Spent all day in and out of clothes for fashion week fittings and now I can't bring myself to put a single thing back on. Want to see what the designers didn't?

Walked past the Októberfest tents going up at Vatnsmýrin and something about all that empty space waiting to be filled made me want to cause some trouble. Thursday feels very far away right now. Want to help me pass the time?

Still wearing last night's runway look and still too wired to come down from it. My hands already found somewhere more interesting to be. Care to watch?

Everyone left Harpa hours ago but I'm still on the floor by the glass with that trumpet line caught in my ribs. The whole harbour went dark and I've got the building to myself. Care to join the after-party?