“the club” isn’t a real place. “clubs” are real. I’ve been to clubs, with their loudness of talking and loudness of music and actually pretty good cocktails and drinking until you think you can dance. none of them have ever been “the club.” the club is erewhon, utopia, a dream of finding a reprieve from suffering and loneliness in pleasure. maybe he should be at “the club,” but he cannot. we can none of us be there. also the cocktails were probably overpriced.
“the club” exists in the cave rave scene in that matrix sequel and like 2 taio cruz songs and thats it
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