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The events of the past few days are still swimming around my in a haze. Every so often when you go up into the clouds above the peaks, the world is clear and makes sense. Then you walk back down the mountain and the real world waits for you with its muddling problems.
I was out again for a yearly convention. It's nice to be in a gathering of the minds. It's nice to feel community among them. It's fun forcing creativity out of myself like toothpaste. I'm home again, still high on the feeling, but I can feel my skin cooling, my eyes glazing, and the world back to it's normal slow pace.
I was out again for a yearly convention. It's nice to be in a gathering of the minds. It's nice to feel community among them. It's fun forcing creativity out of myself like toothpaste. I'm home again, still high on the feeling, but I can feel my skin cooling, my eyes glazing, and the world back to it's normal slow pace.