304.
Week 304 in Detroit. 304 almost did not happen. 303 did not happen. I just didn’t feel as though I had anything to say. My observations felt small. They were interesting to me but “too small.” So I just waited, I didn’t published.
My thought was — this is not interesting, this is not useful. The voice on my shoulder whispered in my ear “not deep enough,” “no one can use this,”…
