What a year
this has been. The last of my twenties.
From the first
I knew it would be something special. I felt it in my bones. I was ready for it.
But I couldn’t know how well it would go.
Or what it would look like, when I tried it.
I wouldn’t have believed you, had you told me, there’d be midnight rides from Ocotal to Managua;
daylight runs in the Hilux, Nicaraguan electronics shops.
No one told me I’d be soldering on mountaintops,
or leaving such great people behind.
or how it would leave me. What it would teach me.
Or that I’d go down to the swamp right after
with a system we built
of a dream.
This was the year of shadows, dust and sun.
of darkness, pine, and starlight.
of argon, steel, and
This was a year of press
This was the year the flood came
and took my
Droid with it.
This year, I left you. And so
This year, I missed you. Like I missed you every other year.
Thank gods I got to spend time with you, my personal heroes and your libraries
For soldering with me.
For keeping track.
For getting it.
For taking me underground – not pictured.
Than I ever could, alone.
This year, I built
I moved across California twice.
I slept in my truck ten or twenty times.
I saw, for myself, disorder
canaries in coal mines,
sick systems. I did stupid things
Smart people were in on it, much of it was for the better.
I did crazy things –
like field stripping laser TVs in NYC
like making buildings
like making new things
from old things
Always hacking something from nothing
Sometimes roasting pigs in the ground
I built crazy things –
laser folding mirrors
optical tricks and traps
faked communication protocols
I learned the wisdom in getting out,
in ending early. Cutting losses.
and I left.
And in the strange days that followed, I found a home.
Gonna park my whirlwind there for a while.