Rave tells stories from life in the depths of the night. What do these nightlife people actually do when they go out to party somewhere every weekend? They listen to music and dance. They go out to celebrate, to hook up, and to let loose. They enter dark holes, where a sign above the door reads: know who I am. Who are you? After all, the thing was broken enough. I could write about it. Dark stories of friendship and love as betrayal of love, settling scores, arguments, sex. A broken scene. Where is this leading? Somewhere, at every hour, a person brutally destroyed by such a weekend of excess drags themselves along the ordinary daily streets. Secretly, they look for a newspaper to find out what day it is today. And they read the words: 'Come here, shooting star!' Sounds good. Rave is just beginning.