Last year, Elysia Crampton spoke of building a utopia in the club: to devote that communal, sometimes transcendent space toward an even greater purpose, to make it “scholastic,” a place where people can “think big and talk big.” But now, a year later, what she has built on Demon City sounds like hell. It’s the nightmare landscape that functions, perhaps, as precursor to her utopian vision — the fire we might walk through before we can have our utopia.
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