The end of my first attempt to launch Tattoo the Earth coincided with my annual February depression, and I had some dark nights of the soul. Rationally and intellectually, I knew my idea was good, and I knew I had a chance to pull it off. But in the depths of that depression I felt like the whole thing was folly, and that I was embarrassing myself running around the world on a losing proposition. Just as I sensed that much of the euphoria I was feeling wasn’t real, I knew from lugging my depression around my entire life that I just needed to ride the episode out and to try not make any major decisions or send an ill-advised email while it was happening. Doing a project with depression is like running a race with weights on your legs; it takes twice as much energy to get to the same place.