Looking for tom's bar | 2025
The place begins to change.
Like it’s opening up.
We move further in.
A labyrinth of entries starts to unfold.
Dim enough to make it feel secret.
Men walking around, all of them looking.
Searching. For something. For someone.
We find the stairs.
We head down.
The darkness starts to surround us.
Slowly wrapping itself around everything.
The smell of poppers.
The sound of breathing.
The quiet sounds of bodies moving together.
We find a dead end.
A wooden bench.
A figure sitting there, barely moving.
I turn to my partner.
Find his mouth.
Kiss him hard, deep, like nothing matters.
Another mouth appears.
A fourth person arrives.
Everything blurs.
Everything disappears.
Like it’s opening up.
We move further in.
A labyrinth of entries starts to unfold.
Dim enough to make it feel secret.
Men walking around, all of them looking.
Searching. For something. For someone.
We find the stairs.
We head down.
The darkness starts to surround us.
Slowly wrapping itself around everything.
The smell of poppers.
The sound of breathing.
The quiet sounds of bodies moving together.
We find a dead end.
A wooden bench.
A figure sitting there, barely moving.
I turn to my partner.
Find his mouth.
Kiss him hard, deep, like nothing matters.
Another mouth appears.
A fourth person arrives.
Everything blurs.
Everything disappears.
