i'm headed to washington d.c.
two days of meetings.
last time i was in a room of endless meetings, i wrote some of the most depressing poetry i have ever written.
maybe we will figure out how to help emergent village be something which continues to make the world a better place, and we will have fun doing it.
maybe i will be the guy in the corner banging my head against the wall screaming "when will it end, please just let it end!"
probably the truth will contain a little bit of both of those things.
mostly looking forward to seeing the people who have become my once-or-twice-a-year friends, who keep me sane. i may be the only person in my city who thinks like i do, but i am not the only person in the whole world. there are sane beautiful people who listen to what i dream about and do not walk away in confusion, but instead nod their heads. that's worth some head banging time.
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