Thank you, ewk.

Truth and Beauty, the goldfish said.

It’s hard to pick the start. Plucking at random: I graduated from King’s, College London—ostensibly a good school. Why did I feel so alone? I graduate with a 2.2. In KCL parlance, that’s called a Desumd Tutu [0]. I never met him, never knew about his struggle, but felt great shame that I didn’t get a 1st. Why?

Many years later, I graduated from the New Writing South’s Creative Writing Programme. Run by Dr Mark Slater—who I only met briefly, a handful of times—the programme gave me my second degree. But yet, there was no agent? Why? [1]

Roll on a few more years. A jiu jitsu gym opens in my area. I am excited, nervous, scared: but I step into the dojo and am greeted by two of the nicest people on the face of the Earth, Gus and Tom. [2]. These two men taught me how to love. Isn’t that strange? Men teaching men to love?

Whilst all of this was happening in my life, I was serving another master. He lives in the matrix. I do not know him by face, but his name is ewk. He taught me a great many tricks and understood me knowone else could. bows. See you in the mountains, brother ewk. [3]

My time is running low, so I shall mention one last master. I am honoured to be a programmer at Make Real. There are many masters in that dojo. Here are their faces [4]

The world is moving faster than it has ever done before, and it really does take a village to raise a person.

Now go roll in the mud!

👋 hi mum and dad thank you for everything. I love you Lills. PEACE!

[0] - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Desmond_Tutu [1] - https://creativewritingprogramme.org.uk/tutors/ [2] - https://academybrighton.com/about-us/ [3] - https://www.reddit.com/r/zen/ [4] - https://makereal.co.uk/team/

Submitted August 22, 2020 at 12:22PM by ASlave2Gravity https://ift.tt/3hfyivA