Slurping Summer Mud
Jul 12, 2019 ·
4m
July 10, 2001: Slurping summer mud The pen touches the paper—I wait for the jolt of electricity. Rubbing my eyes, I’m reminded of how rough the night was. I’m nowhere...
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July 10, 2001: Slurping summer mud
The pen touches the paper—I wait for the jolt of electricity. Rubbing my eyes, I’m reminded of how rough the night was. I’m nowhere close to diving into a pool of in depth thought.
Interviewer:How do you get used to the constant changes?
Me:You don’t! Sometimes, you’d rather live in your own
world than deal with the possibility of never seeing a
co-worker again.
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The pen touches the paper—I wait for the jolt of electricity. Rubbing my eyes, I’m reminded of how rough the night was. I’m nowhere close to diving into a pool of in depth thought.
Interviewer:How do you get used to the constant changes?
Me:You don’t! Sometimes, you’d rather live in your own
world than deal with the possibility of never seeing a
co-worker again.
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