Vivat Subterrenus
Why the underground? Because we still believe in the pure, the basic? Could it be so simple, so trite? Its much more of a need than that, an endless chase for specific stimuli, a search for connection and beauty and the sacred in a society devoid of spiritual community, a hunger that can only be fed by beats and dance. Or is it simply a narcissistic aesthetic compulsion, desperation to be unique and special like mommy promised but the world didn’t deliver, jaded, clinging to and milking our pain, smarter-than, better-than, hipper, hotter, cooler, without trying of course, though our own counterculture fashions become the most pervasive trends.. A passport to drop out and travel around aimlessly under grandiose premises, doing drugs to help suspend disbelief that this is just a bunch of runaways listening to simple, repetitive crap, no it fucking can’t be!!! But it often is.
We are voracious and have consumed everything else, memorized it against our will, logged it with the rest of the force-fed product placement – what has been done is taboo, nothing but the edge of the world will do! So close you can look over and peek into the unimaginable void before paddling quickly away, where the water crashes over and falls endlessly into darkness, roaring into silence.. Go back on second thought and toss some rocks into the unfathomable abyss, lower a rope, reach in, fall in, finally discovering something new if your descent doesn’t kill you – others on similar quests.. The night calls to our kind, the drums call, through fog and smoke and stifling heat. On subways, through traffic, we sidestep those that don’t understand, journeying to remote factories and forests, to uninhabitable deserts to celebrate in peace. We sacrifice much, we risk much. But we are right there, on a dark, surging wave with a view of it all, picking up speed.. Just relax on impact, break like the water and come together in a new place, ready to do it again.
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