Inside the Rabbit Hole
Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a virtual world.
Let’s begin with myself. I look drop-dead gorgeous and no matter what I do, how many parties I attend, how much alcohol I drink, how many drugs I consume or men I devour, nothing seems to change that. It’s as if consequences simply fail to render around me.
Some of you will probably say that’s exactly what phase one, two, three or whichever stage of substance-induced mental detachment this falls under looks like. You may be one of those people who approaches me with genuine concern and asks, “Are you sure you should be doing this, Doreen?” as if at any moment I might suddenly collapse dramatically onto a nightclub floor in six-inch heels.
Maybe this feeling of living inside a simulation is what happens when the line between nightlife and actual life starts dissolving completely. What made the feeling even worse, or better depending on your perspective, was ending up inside a simulation within this one. Like a state of Inception. Although others immediately started calling it The Matrix and suggested I had taken a red pill. I probably did. They come in all sorts of colors and I’m fairly certain at least one or two, maybe several, were red. I don’t really pay attention to that sort of thing anymore. As I told you before: nothing bad ever comes from them, right?
This one did feel different though. Almost everyone I encountered was wrapped in leather or latex, suits, carrying handguns, stunning devices or looking like one themselves. The whole place had this strange sensation of being unplugged from reality. Like somebody had finally disconnected the machine and we all just kept dancing anyway.
The only reason I knew not all plugs had been removed was DJ Lili. She controlled the room like the One herself, delivering a set that seemed to bypass time entirely. We went deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole until eventually we hit a hardline and after that there was no turning back.
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