THIS MESS IS A PLACE

ALL THESE PLACES WE CROSS, ALL THE PEOPLE WE MEET, MOST OF WHICH WILL NEVER LEAVE THEIR HOMETOWN, WHEREAS WE MERELY TRAVEL IN A CIRCLE, STUCK IN A LOOP. NOT EVEN HALFWAY INTO THE TOUR YET, I CAN PREDICT THAT EVERY PLACE IS MOSTLY SIMILAR, WITH NO GREENER GRASS AND NO INHERENT DIFFERENCE ACROSS BORDERS OR GENRES. BECAUSE I OBSERVE THAT THERE IS SOMETHING WHICH UNITES US ALL, A STATE OF MIND, A PHYSICAL SIMULACRA WE GET TELEPORTED TO WHEN THE BASS DROPS. THIS PLACE IS HYSTERICAL, IT IS HORRIFYING, AND IT IS BLIND.
LEST WE FORGET! DEMENTED!