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Rocky Barrens University, 1995. Freshman week: a welcome rave organized by upper-year art students in the middle of the night, in the middle of the woods. The swell of bodies moved like one thing, their feet pounding on the wooden floor of the Art Den. Techno and electronic music pulsed, lights sparkling like confetti that wouldn’t land, swirling around them, on them, in them. Girls tossed manes of hair, sweat slicking long strands to foreheads, glow sticks shining brightly, green and red and pink trails. The beat speeding up, the DJ bouncing frantically, ecstatically, the crowd jumping, eyes closed, reaching a fever, a fever, a fever, and then, so fast they couldn’t keep up, their hearts pumping wildly, it turned, it changed, it kept going. It was wild, and they were, too. The heat, th
