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Okay, I know this is a pretty ridiculous request, but figured I would ask just in case. I just remembered a very small portion of a trance song that I loved back in the day, I've now had just that portion stuck in my head for 4 days, and I can't for the life of me figure out what song it is. It was out sometime between 1999-2004 (I think it was more like 2001-2004), I don't remember any lyrics, it just had a repetitive siren-like sound that would increase and decrease in frequency throughout the song. The siren sounds just like the siren that is in "No Greater Love" on the Club Nation America- Johnny Vicious CD (not an air-raid or police siren, it was a distinctive synth siren sound). It wasn't a popular song, I've never heard it anywhere else, and it was progressive trance.

Our plan today is to visit various housing projects. I believe the site visit is designed to stir, to get officials into action. We jump into a large bus, through byways and turns, we are escorted by the metro police department. When sirens go off, and traffic is stopped so that the bus can make its way through the streets. There is a certain power here vested in the state. Our first stop is a former mining hostel. The hostels are remnants of forced migratory labor, created during Apartheid, they are males only low-density housing for mine workers. Even though mining is gone, the mining hostels remain as a brutal legacy.

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The bus drives right into the hostel, followed by the metro police. Heavily armed. The hostels have always been the place of violent uprisings. Single-sex hostels were designed to provide cheap labor for the gold mines. The rains have made puddles everywhere. I follow the group into the center of the hostel, we form a semi-circle and the metropolitan police are all around. The official in charge of upgrading the hostel reads a dry technical monologue, with words like impact assessment and environmental audit... Something about a heritage study. Something about an assessment of bulk infrastructure. The words float into the morning sky. The puddle of water in front of me reflects the brokenness above. A red brick three-story building mangled and decrepit. The latrine pipes are on the outside of the building, the bottom end has broken off, they have blackened with age, there is white stained mist just where the vertical latrine pipe is, the interaction of minerals in the water with the red brick. There is a section at the bottom of the building where the bricks have been broken off, and where the second layer of the inside wall is exposed.

As the project manager begins to speak about a plan of action about the timing of an environmental impact assessment about an electrical engineering certificate that needs to be completed, my mind drifts. We rush our exit, leaving the hostel amidst a halo of police sirens. We return to the government offices; I get off the bus and return to a quiet spot where I parked my car. I watched the stillness of the sky, interrupted by a group of larks circling and play-dancing around each other. I have come to realize that they dance this dance every morning, there is a lake nearby and the ritualized trance, is performed without interruption. They seem to be in absolute sync, just moving effortlessly together. 2351a5e196