i walk onto the floor at 1700. there is a storm outside; the government has issued phone-alerts.
i don’t expect anyone there.
as i walk by desks, i see people writing code, cutting cardboard, waiting for their chance on the laser-cutter, and too occupied to even notice the body walking in.
there’s a storm outside for christ’s sake; the government has issued phone-alerts.
i make way to my desk, and stand beside it; smiling.
i am no longer the smartest person in the room, i am no longer the most hard-working. i had not failed at a creative-task since 2019, and, here, i am confronted with failure in almost every task that i do.
the people of itp have humbled me, and i have never felt more like a student than i do now.
thank you, to all the lovely people who spent their sundays working on projects; amidst a storm that the authorities deemed ‘severe’. i have a lot to learn from all of you, and i haven’t been the best at doing so (absorbing).