Career

Jumping through the void requires a lot of letting go.  When you jump, you can't take a lot with you.

Looked at slews of grad school applications in the past 5 hours.  Tests and recommendation letters and essays and the immense difficulty of concentrating on something I know can hardly be truthfully me.

Can't sleep. Worries about not making it. Not making it on time in the months to come.  Feels like I'm in the passenger seat of a car veering in the wrong direction. Our worlds all collide, bursting and spinning penetratingly into the sublime and unblinking smiles

The restless souls of my life have more in common with me than they are different from me.  They grow in straight lines, evenly spaced, like rows of trees ready to be picked clean of their fruit.

Just had the shittiest day at work, where the realization of "oh shit, I'm 26 and stuck in a job I hate for the next 6 months" comes crashing against the realization of "oh shit, I'm 26 and in debt and with no

Pree emailed from South America today. That bitch.  He's taking off before heading back to Columbia B in the fall.  His plans in place, he's free to go buckwild and implode in ecstatic carefree-ness this month.  His hitchiking stories sounds absurdly inspiring and all the