ex·haus·tion
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What
is it about the end of the year that makes the bile in my stomach rise
violently, the pressure becoming more intense as the last days drag by like
dead animals?
Limping
around on swollen feet through a campus full of people shying away from any
human contact because, “I need to get my work done!” Red eyes framed in droopy
eyelids heavy with the scratchiness of the Library. Ink and tobacco stained
fingers cramping as I sit and type the first miserable sentences of my last
essay, just one more go at it. My last attempt at achieving some academic goal
set out by the conventions of our super efficient society.
Time
is money, bra...
We
sit, huddled against the wind, sharing limited thoughts through individual
lenses of experience. One last drag, the deep breath before the plunge. Smoke
forced down and held, gushing out suddenly, hoarse cough and all is well. Almost
full cycle, nearly there, the last stretch. The wall has been hit and left
behind in a pile of broken bottles, grimy scraps of paper topped by my
favourite pair of sneakers.
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