Bristol. 1999. He wasn't there to dance.
He was there for everyone else.
EL wire. Glow kits. Three quid a piece.
Lakota. Trinity. The Depot. Bionic nights.
The water boy — the one making sure
nobody in that warehouse was lost or cold or on their own.
PLUR wasn't a slogan he learned.
It was the job description he gave himself
before he even had a word for it.
The outfit was the handshake. The glow was the signal.
Being there meant you were already trusted.
The rave ended. The principle didn't. Now you can find each other properly.
// Light Your Beacon
The glow stick on the tree. Only share if you're comfortable.
🔦
YOUR BEACON IS LIT
You're on the board for 24 hours.
Your people are out there.