People in nightlife tend to believe they have power over time so day and night time are irrelevant. There is only party time or no party time at all. Like a never-ending loop on a record, turning around & around, up & down, creating 45 monotonous revolutions per minute.
But it ain’t about that loop, it’s what happens in all those valleys of spirited soundclashes before, noises persuading each other over audibility & publicity. Basic reactions of attraction & rejection. If you break down the waves you’ll probably get some jiggling vibrancies & tendencies bouncing around in open space, filled with chemical nebula & sinuous light-lines, reflecting themselves in other lost galaxies & milky ways. Usually there’s always some dim black hole around where most people jump into right at the beginning & with a big bang because the clock is ticking reel to reel, 45 revolutions by minute & if you’re lucky times two. It’s tues day night time in the city.