I am currently in Waialua, O’ahu, Hawaii. It’s a place that used to be all about sugar and now is all about surfing. I work remotely, write, and learn how to surf. The north shore of O’ahu feels like the surfing capital of the world. The stretch of beaches here is called seven miles miracle because the reef on the bottom of the ocean creates ideal surf conditions during winters of the northern hemisphere. It’s hard not to surf here because everything is about surfing. It’s interesting to experience the gravity of the scene. You go surfing to hang out with people. By sheer chance I happen have roommates who are or almost are pro surfers. If I go to a cafe there are surfing videos on the wall. At one party, I realized that people are from all over the world and almost everybody is a surfer. A person in the knows told me that during winter if you are an aspiring surfer you either are here or perhaps struggle financially. Out of a tight group of friends I know there is maybe one out of ten people who don’t surf. There are some people who came here not because of surfing. Most of them surf a couple of times a week now. It reminds me of how Marc Andressen talked about collision spaces and the power of inserting oneself into a scene. “If you are into film go to Los Angeles, if into code San Francisco, if into arts or finance New York City” and if into surfing go to O’ahu, North Shore. I think it’s so true. What’s interesting is that observing and experiencing this is such visceral evidence that we are just a socially motivated gravity-pulp. It is just so much easier to be supported, excited, and skilled in the things that also people around you are.