Diogenes lived in a barrel, rejected every social convention, told Alexander the Great to move because he was blocking the sun, and masturbated in public to prove a philosophical point.
I live in Bushwick, reject every scene convention, told the biggest promoters in NYC to move because they’re blocking the dancefloor, and shitpost in public to prove a philosophical point.
The parallels are uncomfortable but accurate. Diogenes called himself a “citizen of the world” while everyone in Athens thought he was insane. I call myself the only South Asian techno promoter in Brooklyn while everyone in the scene thinks I’m toxic. Both of us turned the rejection into the brand.
The difference is Diogenes didn’t have Instagram. Imagine the engagement numbers on that barrel content.