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  • "So what ever happened with that intern of yours last year?" I asked

    "Oh right, that was bizarre. He came so highly recommended, and he was great at the beginning - setting up all the listening parties and contacting our street teamers before the shows. But then he stopped being as reliable." Andrea said, while shuffling down 14th Street.

    "I remember you were telling me that he started coming in late and when he would, he'd have these blood shot eyes. "

    "Yeah, at first I thought he was a senior at NYU. Go figure. But it seemed off. So I owed a review report to his advisor and before I submitted it I decided to call her." she said.

    "So, what did she say?"

    "She said I wasn't the first one to call."

    "Had he been acting out? I asked.

    "No, it wasn't just him. It was a whole mix of students, this stellar cluster of remarkably intelligent and promising students. And the school was worried because it was a lot of seniors.

    "Gosh, remember being so nervous senior year about where we'd work?"

    "Right and that's what worried the advisor. The last year is where they put the fate of the future of these students in the hands of the employers that provide them with internships. Hoping that they will take the baton to teach them how to deal with real life beyond education pillars. But the seniors weren't holding on to their part of this established deal."

    "Did they find out why?"

    "Yeah, well I guess they got really behind Occupy," Andrea said.

    "You're kidding me?" I smiled.

    "The thing is she said it was a lot of the smartest students. It wasn't this sort of hippie fest. They were organizing and fostering conversation among peers and strangers. Trying to educate and fight for the things they believed in. They weren't sleeping. They weren't going to class. They were just supporting."

    "I guess he just wanted to stand for something."

    "Be part of a movement," Andrea suggested, now picking up her pace.

    It was dark as Andrea and I progressed down 14th, a tunnel of lights and sounds. Some of the cherry trees had slowly started blooming. Some were still holding onto the savages of winter. Some had even begun to wear a skirt of white headed flowers. There wasn't really a rhythm to it.

    "You know it was the spring equinox the other day," I said.

    "Are you still paying attention to all that?"

    "Yeah, that's the thing. When the winter solstice happened, I was really tuned into it. I was seduced by this idea of feeling this drastic shift. This clear mark - I am here. Let's acknowledge the change, an ending and beginning. But I was in this perplexed, sad state shortly after because it didn't happen. I thought if I was more aware of the moment when winter began, this acknowledgement would somehow rejuvenate me."

    "How about now with spring?" Andrea asked.

    "I feel unpredictable."

    "Well, with the weather this year, you can't really tell what season we're in. New York is in a technicolor vortex."

    "Right, one day it's sunny, and I am unattached to everything. Everything is light. And the next day it's cloudy, my heart beats a mile a minute, this weight comes over and I start missing every faded face."

    "Perhaps, you're just an extension of it all. No different than the cherry blossom. Slowly booming, slowly retracting."

    I stared directly at her. "Until what then?"

    People were whizzing by around us, starting or ending their own conversations. Perhaps having the same conversation as us. It always seems bizarre at points, the hubs that exist in New York. They never quite dissolve into a larger discourse.

    "There just doesn't seem to be a clear mark. It's the same with this Occupy thing last fall, this SOPA/PIPA thing earlier in the year, this KONY thing a couple weeks ago. It just feels like people latch onto these ideas but nothing comes from it. It's frustrating. It just seems like a lot of lip service because it's popular, and it's in everyone's news feed but then it fades. We've stopped writing in the history books, you know? We can't stand for anything long enough. Onto the next one," I posed to Andrea.

    Ahead of us were the reds and blues of flashing police car lights, circled by television trucks. We were too far from the chaos to comprehend what was really happening. Not quite there just yet. We walked up to the Channel 7 news anchor and I was about to ask her what was going on.

    "ABC News live from Union Square. It is the first full day of spring and cherry trees have begun to bloom in Union Square Park. Occupiers are back with …"
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