After decades of chronic instrumentalization, you begin to experience a unique type of grief.
Does anyone see me?
Or do they just see through me?
After decades of chronic instrumentalization, you begin to experience a unique type of grief.
Does anyone see me?
Or do they just see through me?
As the walls slowly, cave in, you begin to envision every open loop meeting at this central point, to create this centralized pressure.
I respect our authority, but you can’t command me in this here hierarchy. ☀️
I love the cutesie ish, up to a point. —>
Once I’m past that point, I’m as cynical as it gets.
When your difference = your excellence, there is no fear when paving your own road. 👑