Found this in an old pile of Word docs:
Disorienters- i miss you all deeply already. has it only been 48 hours? i'm still a mile high and emotionally not yet home. i feel like Jon Voight at the beginning of Midnight Cowboy, a stranger in a strange land, wandering around a city that's too busy to connect with one another. i look around and wonder how i can contribute to everyone's beautiful magical community, wonder where are all of the open, creative, naked people are, wonder where are all the smiles and all the dreams.
people frown. i smile and laugh until they smile, too.
this past week made me love more, feel more, dance more, give more, live more, laugh more, cry more, create more, spin more, be naked more, smile more, share more, kiss more, trip more, fly more, dream more, hug more, quack more (duckman!), swing more, fuck more, scream more, connect more, touch more and love more than i ever imagined i could.
i don't think i'm ever going to put this feeling down. and i don't want to.
thanks to Leo, Nicholas, Pierre, Bacchus, Glen, ishkabibble, fuck it EVERYSINGLEFUCKINGBODY, you and you (you hottie) and you and you and especially YOU.
if you're ever in Portland, you've got a place to stay and a friend to connect with.
everyone in Disorient made this year epic, and i only hope i can help make next year even better.
i miss you all. in your presence my dreams grew bigger, stronger and closer.
magellan