Jared’s Journal Entry from 8/25
8 days until Camp.
I've wanted to give up a lot recently. This is the first time I've had to find a car, rent a house for 8 people, be in nature for 5 months, start seeing my mind, and confront this many social and interpersonal challenges for a single project in my short yet experientially full life.
This morning, I called Evan Terry. He's a wonderful, kind soul and a deep thinker. Evan has a spiritually delightful taste for patchworking outfits and objects—no man under 60 outside of Harlem has such seasoned style. He also experienced significant existential growth at a young age.
He asked me every question about what we're doing, why we're doing it, and how it'll impact society on both small and large scales.
It made me cry a bit, because I realized that no matter how hard this project gets, it's already much bigger than me.
Fresh Air is just one small expression for an attempt at something seeming insurmountable in one lifetime, but I’d be so tenaciously resolute to say I’d be down to run this back in another lifetime - to try and catch the wind.
The fear in me keeps thinking: wow I have exhausted myself for this.
My family thinks I’m very foolish.
But none of these material worries matter when the goal is immaterial.
The love I have, and circulate onto/from you guys: Evan, Christian, Miles, X, Dre, Myles, Shaoyang, Mora, Michael, Versus, Noah, Eric, Jared, Lorenzo, Ceej.
That love and faith are the only rationale I need to keep going.
In art, there's nothing more worth fighting for than cultivating and protecting one's childlike essence.
Evan told me we met during a time of his wonderment and transition. Our interaction changed him, but I've realized that when I change someone, they change me too.
This conversation with Evan reminded me that positive existential triggers and collective guidance are the type of love I want to cultivate.
That's why I'm 8 days from seeing one finish line and 8 days from watching a delightful, complicated, lovely new adventure unfold—one we've been grinding and fighting for, tooth and nail.
I’m in Kobe mode - but humanity on my team.
End Jared, Cue Ireland.
Ireland’s Journal Entry from 8/25
You know when you say your name over and over. And the meaning begins to flicker until it ceases to exist at all? And the only proof-of-self available is in moving on — easing back into an understanding of who you are by simply existing.
I have said Fresh Air 1000 times, I suppose there’s nothing left to do besides take a deep breath, sit each morning with my peers, meditate & discuss, question what is, design new ways.
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