So I was at Millennium Park today for the first time since the final Beckoning of Lovely. It’s a lot different than I remember it. No hundreds of awesome people singing random nerdy songs, no yellow umbrella, no John Green.
But it was still the same park, same Bean, same tables.
I remembered the BoL in 2010 when John and his fans were being kicked out of the park because it was closing and walked down those stairs again.
I’m sure there’s some awesome metaphor or deeper meaning that can be pulled out of this, but I’m not the man who can do it. If you’ve got anything, let me know.