“will you help me?”
i’m at a coffee shop in east nashville, surrounded by 3 distinct lil groups of people who all met here to discuss/organize solutions for community issues. i feel emotional thinking about the stark difference between the convos i’m overhearing here vs. back in new york.
nyc = “let me tell you about this awesome thing i’m working on/building/thinking about. will you help me with my awesome thing?”
nashville = “let me tell you about this thing that’s wrong with our community/world. will you help me fix it?”
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