Those Post Rave Blues

Does anyone else feel forlorn nostalgia when a rave is over? Or during the event. I went to every rave I could for a year straight, and I couldn’t get enough. Is there ever enough?

It doesn’t help that a lot of music feels better than sex for my brain. I mean that literally. Sometimes it feels like I haven’t seen someone I love and lust after intently for a month, and then I see her, and suddenly she’s gently kissing the back of my ear. That’s what music feels like to me. My brain shoots up with tingling sensations and travels (sometimes) all the way down to my knees.

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