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and then you walk into the center of the compass. everyone’s going all directions. there’s that soft light, the glow of the going, and the the glow of the gone. it’s smells like cinnamon buns all the time. we’ve talked about that before. we get on the escalator up to the darkened platform and for a moment the sound of our feet goes quiet.


shares were tanking. the competition had the market cornered and plus, their stuff just looked cooler. meetings were held, fights were fought. more than one wine glass was shattered in a fit, or fits, of rage.

we knew we shouldn’t have boarded the plane, especially since we had already downed $16 coconut water and vodka, and argued about Strategies in the elite lounge. they had to seat us next to each other.

we can neither confirm nor deny the next 48 hours for legal reasons. needless to say there was an emergency landing in Cleveland. credit cards were cut up, friendships severed.

but somehow, through many hours of counselling, data-mining, hemp heart sprinkling, and soul-searching, we got it together. smartandbird are back.

and now, the spoils of our fruitful first (again) meeting:

“do you put radishes in your salads?”
“no, i guess i don’t.”
“the house salad always has radishes.”
“that’s because radishes are a chef’s vegetable. Late at night in the kitchen, that’s what the chefs are practicing with, radishes.”

The Hall of Double Axes with latte and muffin