This requires extra sleep. Last night I found myself watching the back of my eye lids at 7:30 pm. The day painted itself in pictures onto the screen that REM had created for me (no, Michael Stipe did not appear). It played back in a blur. First, the whirlwind of imagination and hard work that is W+K. The staircase. The knowledge. The advice. The push for innovation. For risks. Risks. Risks. Reward. Applause. The festivities carefully selected in a wave of green and yellow, paying homage to our home. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Never enough of those. Next, the mistaken subway car, the hurried über, the audio manifesting itself in the space that 15-or-so of us so concentratedly occupied. Sound Lounge. The differentiation from the typical. Expansion of what it means to listen. Be early. Give people what they need to help make your project successful. Pay attention. Do not waste time. *awake* My alarm rang into existence. 8 am. Over 12 hours. Everything I’d ever wanted to experience thrown into a week. This requires extra sleep. 

Talia Bootz

5.9.2017