No homework, more freedom; adulthood has its perks.
Excluded from special help as a young student, I—and many others—should get it in adulthood.
I feel like a visitor to the earth. This place is absurd but oddly thrilling. I've learned to cope and even enjoy it. I may not be home, but I'm here.
A dream sparks confusion, wistfulness, and mystical possibility.
Listen, I ask Gd, I don’t know how much I have left, but however much it is, I want time. I want more time. I want more time to not waste. I want more time to walk in a forest. I want more time to read all the books. So many books! I want more time to write. I want more time to drink strong whiskey and good beer.
