When she got on stage, in the middle of the club, a group of young queer Black and Brown people gathered to mosh. To feel their bodies collide with one another, or perhaps momentarily be held by one another.

In the unwavering heat, I heard the melodic and percussive sounds of gongs chiming together while electronic synths played alongside.

Summers for me are a chance to dust off the winter grime off my bike and ride through the city as an act of claiming my place in it. On the bike I am omnipresent.