So when someone asks, “What was DancingBear 24 01 13?” you can give the facts—the mill, the date, the playlist tricks—but the honest answer is simpler: it was a night in which strangers became collaborators for a few volatile hours and left richer for it. The party closed with the lights coming up on a pile of discarded glow-sticks and a messy optimism, and in the weeks that followed the memory of those hours kept people moving a little differently in their day-to-day lives.