Last day at GDC, a poem

Bleary eyes

Runny noses

Blinking and coughing

Even the angry people are arguing softly

Suspicious speaker at 3pm

Out of coffee in the press room by midday

Waiting for lunch to open

Need to do vaccuous tourist shopping

I will miss this place,

but it’s the people not the place that makes it.

I’ll be back though, the allure of GDC is too strong

Plus I’m internet famous now, and I know the organisers

Maybe I’ll try and land a speaking role

That would be pretty fun

Then I’d get into the speaker’s party