so this was something I had started to write on Monday night.. life’s been busy lately. which is odd given how slow work has been. different priorities than LJ posting, at any rate.
so I was walking down into the Kendall T that night, and a man walking out offered me a T pass. “want a T pass? it’s for january, it’s only good for tonight.”
I was stunned. how totally cool.
that is what being on the playa can be like. random friendly interactions with people you might never see again, and offering a gift. playa gifts are things we give each other to give reminders, or just to share the burden of living.
they can be ephemeral, or they can be longlasting. but in either case, they provide a memory of a time and a place. they can be a pendant one wears every day, a color cycling LED light that lasts for a few days, an omelette in exchange for some bacon, or a gin & tonic made during the heat of the day. and playa gifts exist off of the playa, like the card and match handed out at the post-yule pyre.
or apparently, an about-to-be-expired T pass.
as I sat on the train, embracing the sense of random goodwill, I put the pass in the memories pocket of my journal. then it struck me that doing so was completely against the spirit of the gift in the first place, and so I gave it to some kid as I walked out of Davis myself.
as I finally sit here on Friday, having spun fire for the first time this year tonight, I will note that burn night is a new moon this year.