This is the first part of a longer essay is about the cultural forces shaping the new nightlife zeitgeist, and the vertigo-inducing gap between expectations vs. reality as we leapt into what the media (wrongly) predicted would be the horniest summer of our lives. It is also about the passing of time, the institutionalization of a scene, and the inevitable disillusionment of aging into a geriatric raver. I’m releasing it exxxclusively for you, my darling subs, so please share if you’re vibing with it <3