the intersection of everything

it all comes together in a far reaching, deep, cavernous hell of a fortnight where we now find ourselves in the midst of. school. work. life. it's all happening kids, and it's now too late to jump off the bike. the pedals are spinning and all you've got are a pair of squeaky brakes and some sense of wits.

somehow i've managed to arrange upwards of twenty job interviews this week without any passionate interest in any. sure i'll fetch the suit out the closet and bring some semblance of shininess to my shoes, but i won't like it. it's not that i want to stay in school forever and have some detached logic that i'm too good for work, i just fear compromise. and i know lots of these people are selling compromise at an amazing low discount.

brace yourself or brace yourself against someone because adulthood is coming whether you're ready or not.