The Lights of a Hundred Ravers
Hello again journal,
Over the past year one friend of mine has been introduced and delved deep into the raver culture. During this time we had some disputes, but yet again we've left past to past and continued along the path of friendship. After this event passed said friend invited me to peer into the world of raver culture - Unfortunately during times I was already contained to another engagement. But finally the time came to pass, that is last night, that I would finally see the world of glowing sticks, lights, drug induced excitement, energy, and the harmonics of house and dance beats to fill my body.
It was a rather unique experience. All were friendly and many with interesting outfits to suit their curious ways. The world was abound with lights, energy, and enthusiasm. Indeed, I myself was dressed with 'candy' and coloured bracelets, fooling about with no regard for standards and restrictions. It was a hall of near-anarchy - The law placed down by the arbiter of the spinning tables and the giants boxes attuned to our rhythms and motions. All of this flushed into a tiny space and overloading the senses.
Did I enjoy it? I did, fairly well I did. I'd had sincere doubts soon before the rave that my alternate plans I'd ditched to see the rave would have been far better - But as I'd entered the hall of lights soon did I find myself under the spell of an alternative universe. The journey had been long an arduous, albeit somewhat entertaining. After entering this strange domain I'd found myself dancing for hours upon end; No thought nor reason - I was amongst Bacchae and slowly becoming one myself. The spell was broken as time wore on. My endless rampaging had tired me out after a mere 6 hours, not to mention the thirst and exhaustion from lack of sleep. So I was out two hours and a half before the end of the night. Aside, it was enjoyable to let lose some energy and get some exercise and just be crazy.
Don't get me wrong though, it isn't my world. I am not one to enjoy crowds... And most of the people there seemed disinterested in myself - Or perhaps I led them to think I was disinterested through my sometimes inaction or isolationist dancing. The music became monotonous - It's purpose to create something, anything, to move to. The dancing is chaotic and without grace, and I'm rather old fashioned usually myself. And the incredible integration of drugs into raving has made it almost a requirement as I was bugged all night long from people looking for E, weed, and other lesser forms of illicit drugs. (I don't intend to start an argument about whether it's right or wrong - It's prevalent enough for me to be annoyed) And thus, truly not my realm of joy.
And that ends my analysis of the night of raving. I will not say I enjoyed it or did not particularly so much, there are beneficial and negative aspects of the event. It was an event that I needed to see, and so if I had to choose again I would do it without a second thought.
Sincerely,
E.L
Over the past year one friend of mine has been introduced and delved deep into the raver culture. During this time we had some disputes, but yet again we've left past to past and continued along the path of friendship. After this event passed said friend invited me to peer into the world of raver culture - Unfortunately during times I was already contained to another engagement. But finally the time came to pass, that is last night, that I would finally see the world of glowing sticks, lights, drug induced excitement, energy, and the harmonics of house and dance beats to fill my body.
It was a rather unique experience. All were friendly and many with interesting outfits to suit their curious ways. The world was abound with lights, energy, and enthusiasm. Indeed, I myself was dressed with 'candy' and coloured bracelets, fooling about with no regard for standards and restrictions. It was a hall of near-anarchy - The law placed down by the arbiter of the spinning tables and the giants boxes attuned to our rhythms and motions. All of this flushed into a tiny space and overloading the senses.
Did I enjoy it? I did, fairly well I did. I'd had sincere doubts soon before the rave that my alternate plans I'd ditched to see the rave would have been far better - But as I'd entered the hall of lights soon did I find myself under the spell of an alternative universe. The journey had been long an arduous, albeit somewhat entertaining. After entering this strange domain I'd found myself dancing for hours upon end; No thought nor reason - I was amongst Bacchae and slowly becoming one myself. The spell was broken as time wore on. My endless rampaging had tired me out after a mere 6 hours, not to mention the thirst and exhaustion from lack of sleep. So I was out two hours and a half before the end of the night. Aside, it was enjoyable to let lose some energy and get some exercise and just be crazy.
Don't get me wrong though, it isn't my world. I am not one to enjoy crowds... And most of the people there seemed disinterested in myself - Or perhaps I led them to think I was disinterested through my sometimes inaction or isolationist dancing. The music became monotonous - It's purpose to create something, anything, to move to. The dancing is chaotic and without grace, and I'm rather old fashioned usually myself. And the incredible integration of drugs into raving has made it almost a requirement as I was bugged all night long from people looking for E, weed, and other lesser forms of illicit drugs. (I don't intend to start an argument about whether it's right or wrong - It's prevalent enough for me to be annoyed) And thus, truly not my realm of joy.
And that ends my analysis of the night of raving. I will not say I enjoyed it or did not particularly so much, there are beneficial and negative aspects of the event. It was an event that I needed to see, and so if I had to choose again I would do it without a second thought.
Sincerely,
E.L