For when it’s so late at night that we know we want to live every moment like this, unpredictable and with no explanations except “it just feels right.” For being loud, for taking up space, for lost friends and first goodbyes and how it feels in the middle of a moshpit, your heart beating with the bass in the bottom of your stomach. For bare feet slapping the concrete at full speed, sprinting towards the water with reckless abandon. For wiping out, hopping fences, skinning our knees and leaving our shoes behind. For sneaking out to surf beneath the full moon and waking up at 2pm the next day.
It’s about where the music takes you, where the art takes you, and where the moment takes you.