a brief meditation on the concerns that crowd hours of alleged study

It's called Bitch I know but the more I see of you the faster I recoil. Overwhelming gratitude at having fled while there was time. Internal Assessments have a nonpareil way of skewing schedules and priorities and making dust of mountains. You who were frightened of what would have been at Sixty-Four, can you see tomorrow? Too much solipsistic, this. I suppose because this is the Sorting after whole days of Picking. Besides, metonymy, dears. When I inspect my fingernail, it is in troth the landscape of your mind I ponder.

Now be nice and say Hell-oh.