On the Friday night before New Year’s Eve, my boyfriend and I were in line for the toilets at the techno club Berghain, in Berlin, discussing Buddhism. I’m usually skeptical of Thom’s interest in world religion, but that evening I was open to the world. As Thom was talking, I noticed that the guy in front of us was texting, the angle of his neck more than perpendicular. I empathized with the posture. I can get into a messianic mood at clubs and often feel I need to help liberate my fellow ravers from the absent parties in their…