Here’s an unanswerable question of the universe for you. Could it be that I actually like being oppressed? Part of me wants the old solidarity. Part of me is just bored. Part of me finds this new world too new. Part of me just doesn’t want to grow up. Part of me thinks I was just not made to slack. Part of me feels sad that when people talk about lawyer things, I remember less and less.

We’re an age where everybody is still (still!) deciding what to do with their lives. Will we never find out? Do we just keep convincing ourselves that we know where the next road will go?


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