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It was Tuesday night. I hadn’t been back to work yet. I had been working feverishly on the website. The Technorati core, members of the New Moon Collective, and some newbies were huddled in a large circle in the warehouse.
“Well I’m happy to report to you all that in just a few weeks we have collected 430 bags of trash, created over 50 mini-gardens, checkers, rainbows, messages of our grievances, and tagging of our campaign are spiraling into Democracity proper toward the Koch building”
“Like rivers toward the ocean” said Zoe as she brushed her blue streaked bangs out of her eyes.
“Yes … I can see it …” My voice drifted for a moment as I imagined what we were creating on a macro level. It was beautiful (and very colorful). “Stickers are everywhere. Tagging is everywhere. There is buzz around town about the Boycott Koch campaign and we have beautiful murals, 10 now spanning across far reaches of the city invoking thought about the world is currently working, and the true state of our planet. I don’t know what this means and I don’t know what we will get from all of this, but we’re doing something and it feels good doesn’t it?!”
Everyone cheered, and whooted, and hollered, and whistled.
Paris spoke next “We have some photographers here tonight. Some of them have already started to document our work. It’s important we get as much documented as possible. I would like to remind you to hide your faces in the shots”.
I stayed in the warehouse to work on the websites while the groups broke out to make their runs. We had decided not to work on weekends, too risky … plus we needed weekends to dance and refill our spirits.
After awhile I got up. I knew the twins were outside keeping guard, but I was alone inside the warehouse. There was something about the space I realized that I could feel. It was … comforting but also heavy. Like a permanent energetic imprint had been left in this space. The density of it almost tangible. I found myself walking around, touching the floor, the wall, and beams until I immersed myself in a fog machine fantasy, carrier of lasers and haunting beats. I could feel the energy of a room full of packed people now in my body, I could almost hear the music trying to make it's way to me from the past.
I spun around to feel it, my eyes closed, my head back, my chest open, and inhaling deeply. The wind blew outside, sweeping across the windows with enough force to make sound.
But then I heard my name. The surprise quickened my heart and my fantasy imploded causing a perceptible wave blast throughout my body. My eyes felt like they might pop out from my face. I felt disoriented for a moment. Probably similar to the way people felt on that night when the party got busted here so many years before.
The twins asked again, “J, you ready?”
The experience was potent. It would stay with me as a euphoric in-body twinkling for the rest of the night.
“Well I’m happy to report to you all that in just a few weeks we have collected 430 bags of trash, created over 50 mini-gardens, checkers, rainbows, messages of our grievances, and tagging of our campaign are spiraling into Democracity proper toward the Koch building”
“Like rivers toward the ocean” said Zoe as she brushed her blue streaked bangs out of her eyes.
“Yes … I can see it …” My voice drifted for a moment as I imagined what we were creating on a macro level. It was beautiful (and very colorful). “Stickers are everywhere. Tagging is everywhere. There is buzz around town about the Boycott Koch campaign and we have beautiful murals, 10 now spanning across far reaches of the city invoking thought about the world is currently working, and the true state of our planet. I don’t know what this means and I don’t know what we will get from all of this, but we’re doing something and it feels good doesn’t it?!”
Everyone cheered, and whooted, and hollered, and whistled.
Paris spoke next “We have some photographers here tonight. Some of them have already started to document our work. It’s important we get as much documented as possible. I would like to remind you to hide your faces in the shots”.
I stayed in the warehouse to work on the websites while the groups broke out to make their runs. We had decided not to work on weekends, too risky … plus we needed weekends to dance and refill our spirits.
After awhile I got up. I knew the twins were outside keeping guard, but I was alone inside the warehouse. There was something about the space I realized that I could feel. It was … comforting but also heavy. Like a permanent energetic imprint had been left in this space. The density of it almost tangible. I found myself walking around, touching the floor, the wall, and beams until I immersed myself in a fog machine fantasy, carrier of lasers and haunting beats. I could feel the energy of a room full of packed people now in my body, I could almost hear the music trying to make it's way to me from the past.
I spun around to feel it, my eyes closed, my head back, my chest open, and inhaling deeply. The wind blew outside, sweeping across the windows with enough force to make sound.
But then I heard my name. The surprise quickened my heart and my fantasy imploded causing a perceptible wave blast throughout my body. My eyes felt like they might pop out from my face. I felt disoriented for a moment. Probably similar to the way people felt on that night when the party got busted here so many years before.
The twins asked again, “J, you ready?”
The experience was potent. It would stay with me as a euphoric in-body twinkling for the rest of the night.
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