Dec 31, 2009
The last thirty first
How often does the contemprary nomad realizes that the moment currently happening will never be again because of the disappearence of its context?
This was the last night (of the year and ever) that Roxyto partied at the silent H. We were all together members of that part of the community that changes things forever. We made it OK to be different. Through music, articles, illustrations, coding, video, photo, radio or websites, we delivered what we thought it could be the tools to build a better place. Some of us are still involved, some of us are gone, but construction has already begun.
It was also one of the last moments I felt to belong somewhere.