But BPM festival. Dude. That is probably the most attended festival in the world by Toronto ravers. Not to mention the Mexican ravers and European ravers i know who had made the trip. At least 15 people on my friends list were there, and probably hundreds of second-degree friends. I just found out when i got home a minute ago. I scrolled down my feed with a lump in my throat terrified that one of my friends would be confirmed dead. Turns out one of the dead is a second-degree friend, and hopefully that's all. Goddamn, that was the most horrifying Facebook scroll i ever did.
I can't imagine what it must feel like to live somewhere where terror attacks or gun violence are a daily thing. Where this feeling happens all the time. I mean, i guess you would get used to it. But, Jesus Christ, no one should have to get used to this.
Side note, why does 5 people dying at a rave where friends of mine attended hurt more than 50+ people dying in some other place i have never been and no one i know ever goes? Well, i guess that's called being a human being. We are screwy.