WE MAY AS WELL go out in the spirit of a flashy quinceañera where everyone’s had too much to drink and there’s no tamales left to speak of. I envision a dance party complete with everyone you’ve ever met — friends, rivals, ex-lovers, current partners. And we’re all miraculously getting along and grooving together.
And maybe, if we dance hard enough, the physical world won’t actually come to an end. Maybe there’ll be a shift in consciousness so extreme that another way of life becomes possible. But hey, I’m just here to start the party off right.