You have no recollection of where you are or how you got there. You hear thumping bass music far in the distance. You make your way among the palms to what you now realize is the biggest party you’ve ever seen. You see a man telling jokes to an enraptured group. With tears in your eyes you realize it’s Robin Williams. Someone offers you a tray of hors d’ouvres and smiles as you take one. It’s Anthony Bourdain. You make your way through the crowd. You realize Verne Troyer is dancing on stage. The crowd cheers as “Levels” begins to play. Avicii is DJing. You look up and you see a resplendent golden dome far on a hill above you. A man wearing a linen suit with no tie approaches you and shakes your hand. “Welcome home,” he says. A warm feeling of peace washes over you. You’re on Jeffrey Epstein’s island.