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| Illustrations by Büke Schwarz |
On Graduation
A few days back, I
wrote about a deadline, about how its corresponding fear both speeds
me up and slows me down. That deadline, that random changes of gear,
will dominate my ride for another four weeks. Then, I will arrive. I
will hand in my thesis and leave the bumpy comfort of university life
behind.
Up to recently, I was
excited. I was excited to break free from the tightly woven cocoon
that has been surrounding me for the past years. And although, its
inside resembles a rule fanatic boarding school, some part of me
wants to stay. Some part is craving for detention, for time to avoid
the decision of what to do and where to move next. Because soon,
everything will somehow be possible again and I have no idea which
possibility I want for me.
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