Running out the door again. This was my last twenty four hours. Started with the GaGa. Ended with a reflection. Lots and lots of movement in between. I’m on auto pilot. Down on sleep, up on meeting some remarkable people at the Future of Storytelling Conference. Just ate in my room. Batteries are charging. Have to get up in just a few hours. Feeling that sloggy feel. Someone asked me where I was from today and I had to think to remember. A few more days and it will be time to pull the rip cord. It’s what this city does. In a good way.