In Berlin, in a room packed full of friends. Making the final preparations for Journey to the End of the Year. A plan that formed at the end of the summer, with Slim and Valerie at the top of Thunderdome as the sun was rising. It’s happening tonight. The city is already echoing with fireworks. The snow stained with red powder. Join us tonight, running around the city! But remember, don’t die. That’s depressing when it happens in real life.
Afterglow of my talk yesterday, to a full room at 26c3. A huge thank you to everyone who attended! That was wonderful! It was so exciting to share this with all of you!
Snow glittered in tungsten light. A snowball fight in the street. At C-base later, talk of photography, of inspiration, of sharing techniques. Dancing in the space station. Speaking abstract concepts with our hands and bodies. Throwing snow with bare hands. Back to the dancefloor. Reluctance to say goodnight meant that it took several hours. Just one more song. And then the music gets glitchy. How could we possibly leave now? Our night ended at 6am, still a bit early. Tonight doesn’t have to end so soon. We’ll sleep sometime next year.
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