I always find it humorous when certain television shows (Gossip Girl, Kings) attempt to show their characters doing debaucherous things. Invariably they walk into some scandalous red-lit expensive club with bad electro playing and a burlesque/contortionist/flavor-of-the-month act on stage, as if to epitomize how crazy everyone is because some woman in pasties is literally bending over backwards.

Follow up with a montage of many rounds of shots, women in skimpy dresses and stilettos rubbing up against the character who is supposed to be either the “bad boy” or the “good kid” that’s being led astray. End with an image of them going to bed as the sun comes up, and...scene. Debauchery, can’t you see?

Without venturing into self-incrimination, I have to ask: is that the best they can do? It’s so sterile, so expected. Everyone knows things don't really get interesting until the afterparty, well after the sun has come up.

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The dreaming collective knows no history and we are here, midground, hovering between when the sun went down and now, this morning, this empty day, this empty sidewalk. The air takes a breath for itself. We walk forward.