The never ending vacation. The party that seems to go on for days, weeks, months. There is no escape, but to hang onto some sort of handle and or keep going. Food, booze, drugs, sex and more. Consuming and consumption. More. The cycle repeats until everything is just one big celebratory blur. A victory lap so engrained that it feels like drudgery.

The ground goes by too fast to confidently jump down and get out of there without physical (or psychic) injury. People will ask where you’re going or require you to explain yourself if you stepped out for a breather. Tell them the truth. If they want more, lie. You’re in the gravitation force of need so feed it if you must and run in the other direction. The party is a lifestyle just like the opposite become some thing akin to wellness. Maybe it’s the new denial.

Our DJ protagonist in It’s All Gone, Pete Tong lives the hell out of life until he blows out his ears. One of the senses that got him VIP quick into the party is flatlines. He’s forced to take on some of his other demons otherwise giving himself over to them completely. I loved this movie the first time I watched it and have revisited it more than a dozen times or so speaking of consumption. The reminder for me (even when the plot goes down the dark road of addiction) is to embrace it all. You don’t have to destroy yourself to be the life of the party. Life is the party. All this other shit is just tonality. Rainbow love, hospital white, fogged up clear, blackout black, hazy gray or purple haze peculiar. Live. Love. Celebrate. Have good stories to tell. Die one day. Be legendary.