Like a million bees escaping from the charred remains of a broken trailer/truck, I watch the crowds at PAX below, the buzzing almost drinking me to the point of tears and insantiy, or was it the sting of another person bumping into me?
Walking through the convention with the artificial lights glowing like the sun being picked up I find my pockets becoming full of trinkets and other proofs of my geek-persona, like a bee collection pollen, or maybe just a reflection of another hyperfixation around some topic I will surly forget about soon. But the knowledge has already been pollinated in my head, and at some future date that flow of experience will bloom to share this info with another person, or perhaps I’ll use it to bore another date with once the formalities and “how do you do?“s end.