God shut down the milady rave two times because He knows it's a mistake to build your dream house. Cops flipped the breaker like He flipped the switch at Babel. The lights turn on and the shells of our identities peel away, revealing the bare reality underneath. We are strangers again.
With the event cancelled, the list of many possible situations set up beforehand remains intact. The rave doesn't have a future perfect because it never happened and it never will. You can still find God at the milady rave. You can put your thing down, flip it, and reverse it at the milady rave for over 10,000 years. You can live in the promise of a mansion with all of your friends together at milady rave 3, forever like the world doesn't even exist at all.
God shut down the milady rave two times because the internet is a wall. It does not join. It does not connect. Every post on the internet is a daydream. The parasocial is ideal, it is beautiful, and it should never come in contact with reality.
Internet horror stories often deal with the grotesque reveal of the true self beneath the ideal shell. The dream of the metaverse is an inversion of this: discard the self completely and inhabit only the daydream. Bachelard once wrote that he would like to live in the space of a postcard. But I already live within your inner life, and in everyone else’s.
Fetishes with no relation to reality feel so natural online because they come from an understanding that final satisfaction of desire is not the point. The most fantastic ideologies feel so natural online for exactly the same reason. Anyone working towards the unity of fantasy with reality once and for all is, and always will be, daydreaming just like me and you.
The world is becoming becoming becoming becoming becoming but it's never becoming anything different, really and that's just fine. It's a mistake to expect anything more than that before the final moment of dissolution, the only thing that will have already happened. Angelicism01’s now-deleted post, "A Love Letter To My Readers", said everything you could ever want to know about the consummation of every soul on earth, Wretched Worm’s Last Night in Heaven wedding. You can’t read it because it’s gone now and it’s never coming back.
God shut down the milady rave two times because the real universe (singular) can’t come into contact with the synthetic universe (multiple) until the perfect moment. God shut down the milady rave two times because a house that is final leads to thoughts—serious, sad thoughts—and not to dreams.