If there’s one thing I like, it’s organized chaos, where the face of everything seems deeply messed up but underneath there is semi-strict order.

The “pink revelry” is a party that begins when the sun goes down and takes place under artificial illumination. It is shockingly naked, with emotions being expressed freely and taboo thoughts coming to the fore. It is a knowing wink to finite, mortal time, in which all beings play a part.

When you are engaged in a pink revelry, you are locked into a trip down a fast-moving slide. Everything blurs at the sides as you go down. There is a hella lot of noise, mostly white noise, static, crunching sounds as you emerge in a weightless environment like a levitating ball of flesh…

Bloodbaths have been known to take place during pink revelries. Violent outbursts of hate and black passion. Evil moments where the pulse races into oblivion. The sordid activities of the participants comes back to haunt them, one and all.

Naked female skin is spotted and enjoyed. They are in the full flower of youth now, frozen in a tableau of meaningless routine and excessive paranoia. Everything is coming to fruition now. The pink reverie wills it.