It's a dark night on the mountain. My days are numbered. I search for new places to live. I pour over budgets, trying to understand what I can afford. Steeling myself for the worst. It's not as bad. Of course it's not. My situation is not desperate, although I feel desperate at times.
The latest dream didn't work out. It's not because I didn't try. It's never because I didn't try. It was a bitter pill to swallow, but then I accepted the situation, the new reality. I'm good at adapting. I'm good at change. I'm good at finding the silver lining. Time to reinvent myself once more. I'm an expert.
I've been the sum of societies parts. I've consciously created myself. Who will I be this decade? It almost doesn't matter.