jfleck: I used to do a lot of theatre. After every performance run - without fail - I would feel horribly and excruciatingly empty. If I’ve felt anything similar to this in another situation, it would be the quiet, directionless hollow after leaving someone.
Putting a production together had us living in each other’s pockets, sharing the intimate details of our lives, building our short-term cultures of in-jokes, politics and assumptions, and harnessing the competitive determination and anxious expectations of a group of people working their collective arses off.
It quietly becomes your life, and disappears in an instant.
Although it feels eerily similar to those experiences, all of our favourite GNOME people will still be here, and there’s a ton of work left to do. 
Fever Pitch. Rumble of the stadium. Roar of the crowd. So fucking close it hurts.
SLUG feels very lame at the moment. Everything else seems to be in the limelight - high pressure, high commitment.
Life
Denmark, nutshell, infinite space, horrible timing, hair in my eyes, sleepless nights, arthritic knitting needles, longing. A freshly shaven head. So far away.
