Two months in the desert does not prepare me for San Francisco traffic, people, commerce, smells, television, food choices, squalor, and rain.
Still, a DPW season that incredible eventually had to end. How could each day continue to be more fantastic, unique, and inspiring than the last? The 1-ton tire swing, hot springs ("Some days, life is like a beer commercial, but better"), watching the city grow from our 3-rd story gazebo, working with tons of artists and theme camps, working with the profoundly impressive DPW crew, leaving the site nothing but empty desert, learning every day, partying every day, loving every day--it's no wonder so many of us say we're just waiting for next year.
Still, that's ten months away. I'm not sure what I'll get up to until then.
Still, a DPW season that incredible eventually had to end. How could each day continue to be more fantastic, unique, and inspiring than the last? The 1-ton tire swing, hot springs ("Some days, life is like a beer commercial, but better"), watching the city grow from our 3-rd story gazebo, working with tons of artists and theme camps, working with the profoundly impressive DPW crew, leaving the site nothing but empty desert, learning every day, partying every day, loving every day--it's no wonder so many of us say we're just waiting for next year.
Still, that's ten months away. I'm not sure what I'll get up to until then.
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It just can be so hard sometimes to keep the ties cut, and not giving in and tying them back together... ugh
but you are right, when remaining in close contact isn't a good experience anymore... it's time to call it quits
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Thanks for spreading the luv