Remember when you realized the witches were right?

Not the cartoon witches. Not the Halloween witches.

The real ones.

She knew that friendship was a kind of magic and that every empire eventually falls. She knew that she could slip out of the world she had been handed and build another one from stories, songs, secrets, and moonlight.

This is a sleepover.

The kind we imagined when we were fourteen and staring out the bedroom window at the world beyond. The kind where you forget to sleep. The kind where the night becomes a country unto itself.

The world has become unbearably earnest. Every day arrives carrying a fresh catastrophe.

We spend our lives tending fires, holding communities together with our bare hands, answering messages, meeting deadlines, showing up, showing up, showing up.

For one weekend, I propose a brief dereliction of duty.

Let the inbox starve. Let the republic survive without us. Let the apocalypse wait its turn.

We will gather around the fire and stir the cauldron. We will bring Birnam Wood to Dunsinane. We will attend the Hellfire Gala on Krakoa’s last summer night. We will read poems and tell stories and make things that did not exist before.

We will call down the moon.

And if, somewhere in the middle of the night, we find ourselves becoming briefly and gloriously weightless, well...

The witches were right.

Location: Howl, Huntington, VT

Time: 6PM August 28th to 3PM August 29th

Agenda: TBD