DB: Limitless Rabbit Trails

I’ve walked by the graffiti-less garages a few times now since the roll over.

There was an awesome opportunity to fight for something, and we missed it.

I, for one, knew that they were getting torn down or torn up or something.

It was a chance to rally around a common issue and have a voice, because so many people cared about the culture there.

I think we should face it … we failed.

However,

If the consequence of failure is growth,
then Tacoma is bigger than any city in America.

We have endured limitless rabbit trails and dead ends.
We have picked ourselves from the dust and lassoed hope again and again.

The strength of this city lies in her people, the stalwart hearts and courageous minds of those willing to fail as they discover how to succeed.

Tacoma is a place where you are safe to try anything. Paint some trash white and dance around it with splattered a plaster mask covering your crazed eyes. Plant a used record store and a underground video rental across town from each other and watch them grow. Sink millions into condos you cant sell, or sing songs about the year 2019 to your casiotone through a telephone under the first moon on the calendar. Think of something … anything, and give it a whack here in T-town. If you fail, you’re in good company.

In this giant petri dish of semi grid we have experimented with our lives while holding the highest goals of evolution in work calloused hand. We have blistered our souls, torn and re-torn the ligaments of our constitution. We have taken turns perishing and being revived by one another…watched with honest abandon as wings pierced through the eggs laid by our imagination flapped their feeble feathers and plummeted to the ground in ectoplasmic devastation.

They have called us gritty and jaded, they have called us underdogs and scavengers, but we are none of those things…

We are simply realists who have understood that without each other we are easy targets, and therefore have evolved or remembered a unique quality that sets us apart from anywhere else we have been: It is the ability to connect to persons outside ourselves.

I’m not talking about networking or economics, these are but fruit that hang from the magnificent limbs of the true human interface that I see in this city nearly every day.