I have been raving in some form or another since about a week after I moved to London in 2011. The first place I ever properly “went out” to was the ever-notorious club Fabric, in which I was mostly disappointed: nineteen-year-old me did not enjoy being surrounded by Italian men in their thirties gurning wildly and flailing on the dance floor, pumped full of uppers and ready to fuck.
I love extremely loud and fast rave music at all hours of the day and night, super drunk or stone cold sober, and its for all the reasons you mentioned, its so enticing and beautiful and fun. I love your writing :)
I was about to go to sleep BUT NOW I NEED TO RAVE.
Your writing is beautiful :) if you ever wrote a book it would be impossible to put down bc of the fluidity of your words.
I love extremely loud and fast rave music at all hours of the day and night, super drunk or stone cold sober, and its for all the reasons you mentioned, its so enticing and beautiful and fun. I love your writing :)