The End of Friends

Surviving Urbit Assembly, Hurricane Ian, and the Friendship Paradox

The night after the hurricane I slept in the backseat of a rented Forester on the sweating, palm-frond scattered streets of Key West. Another blackout. Another fractured friendship. Yelling, running, pushing, wives called, police threatened. I regain consciousness at 4am, wheels spinning in the flood. I’m turned away from three motels. Computer bookings…