April 2011 was the Arab Spring, and there was an electricity and optimism to the world. It seemed that the vast crushing wall of systems could crumble and change with a speed we hadn’t imagined before.
I felt futile in the face of this. The electricity and optimism coursed through me, but what could I do? Pack up my camera and laptop and fly to Cairo and be some kind of gypsy photojournalistblogger? Probably not.
I felt like even if I couldn’t do anything as big as the changes I was reading about in the Middle East, I had to do something, and it could be just about anything, even it was futile and insignificant in the face of The Really Big Things.
So I started pulling ivy in a northwest Seattle park.
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