When I was 18, I used to be obsessed with “Everything at Once” by Lenka. In the words of Franz Kafka, I never wanted to to be easily defined; I’d have much rather eternally floated over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person. But for better or worse, I’m down to earth in a way I never was at 18 and perhaps that’s a good thing for my chances of survival. I give myself almost a 100% chance of making it to 30, which I’d say would have been a solid 23.5% when I was 18.
A List of 10
A List of 10
A List of 10
When I was 18, I used to be obsessed with “Everything at Once” by Lenka. In the words of Franz Kafka, I never wanted to to be easily defined; I’d have much rather eternally floated over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person. But for better or worse, I’m down to earth in a way I never was at 18 and perhaps that’s a good thing for my chances of survival. I give myself almost a 100% chance of making it to 30, which I’d say would have been a solid 23.5% when I was 18.