What am I doing with my life?
(I’ve barely done anything, but the next five years are already all planned out. But there’s no time, there’s never any time to dwell on this because there’s always something else to do: an assignment, a Whatsapp, readings. Although with the impossibility of answering this question, it’s perhaps better that I don’t think about it.
Where is my movie montage in which everything finally, finally makes sense?)