We Are All These Ravers Running Headlong Into a Tornado
In the face of danger, what kind of person do you become? What is the primordial instinct that comprises your character? Do you take life by the horns, cherishing its every curve, relishing every experience? More to the point, if you were at a rave in the Australian bush just jamming out to some trance music and a tornado develops in the middle of a field, would you run for cover or would you race the fuck into the eye of the tornado and dance even harder, as if no one were watching?