Documenting the journey leading up to my walk from Boston, MA to Washington, DC. Activism, News(ish), Discussion, and Search Engine Optimization.
This blog is a notebook of ideas, politics, praxis, and life choices that I've run into as I'm exploring this zany world of activism. Think of each post as a page in a greater "book" or a road sign on a journey.
As we walked we talked, I was almost disturbed about how different Princeton was from any other place I'd been. It seemed as if there was a bubble of well being around the town. Even when we'd been smoking a spliff on her back porch, there was no fear that anyone would take notice. Strange considering any other place I'd been in New Jersey, if you stopped more than a couple of seconds someone official would show up and tell me to "move along move along." I kept saying "this is so weird" unable to shake the disturbing feeling that I'd just stepped into some kind of Stepford scenario. Shaking it off as we arrived at the Seminary School, the gothic tower standing dark, an ominous finger only noticeable by the void of stars.