My 16-year-old cousin started raving last year, going to big commercial massives that I didn’t know were still happening. I declared that I would take him to one of the better parties, one that really showed him the Seattle underground. Parties filled with artists and thinkers and movers and shakers, not just fucked up high schoolers.

Then, the party I was going to take him to got delayed three months. In looking around for an alternative, I’ve realized that … there is no alternative. The community of dancers who I grew up with seems to have all but dispersed. This is nothing new, but it’s still awfully sad.

PS: Further proof that the end times are here. (Heh.)