The boogie woogie boogaloo segregation.

The dance floor. An interesting, if a little odd, barometer of society. People gathering, yet split into sub sections, almost tribal, each judging the other.
An invisible barrier separate the revellers.
You're either dancing to the wrong tune, or singing off a different hymn sheets.

Most perplexing.

There's no social interaction. Indeed, the dancers don't even look at each other?
These crowded rooms have become deeply private, an antisocial activity.
They’ve become churches of different diety's, the one you believe in, the right one, and bugger anyone who thinks differently.

Personal space is fiercely protected.
You attend a club for a deeply private, internalised, self-gratified heady experience, and woe betide anyone who gets in the way of that. Perhaps indicative of the social media culture where we live behind the security of a screen, connected to the world but in isolation, removed from society but judging it on its differences

An interesting metaphor in deciphering where society stands, we've de-evolved from communities and collectives, into separatists and isolationists.
While we might be listening to the same song, it's our reactions to it that speaks volumes.

It's a world unto itself... and a peculiar one at that!
We should be embracing our differences, not be vilified for it. We're all the same underneath, listening to the same sounds. It's just how we choose to dance that makes the difference.